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“Busy day huh?” Aadila asked sitting on the stool.
“Yeah” I said taking a deep breath wiping some sweat I had under my hijab.
“You need to stop working” Aadila said taking a scoop from her ice cream.
“I mean I could. But, I feel bad when my parents pay for everything” I said.
“You're a good child” she smiled.
I shrugged “It's the least I could do. I remember how much we use to struggle when Majeed and I were younger. We never had expensive things”
“Yeah?” Aadila encouraged me to say more
“Mhmm” I said wiping the tables.
“My dad finally ended up getting a nice engineering job in downtown Toronto. It kinda just went up from there. Then my parents had another kid. Alhamdulillah (Thank God) we got through that time in our lives. I know people have it worse and I pray for them everyday” I said.
“You're a good person Madina. Allah (god) will inshallah (in God's will) give you a great future” she said.
I looked up from the table and smiled. “Thank you, Ameen (honest)”
“Done with the tables?” Dylan asked running towards me.
“Yeah, all done” I said.
“Okay, great. Betty wants you to help her with the ice cream flavors in the back” Dylan said.
I nodded walking towards the back of the shop.
I saw Betty churning ice cream with some nuts mixed in with them.
“Needed me?” I asked.
“Ah, yes dear” she said forwarding me towards her.
Betty asked me to pour the vanilla flavoring with the hazel nut in the big brown bin. As I was focused on doing my job, I heard Betty struggling to turn the ice cream.
“Here let me help” I said taking the wooden spoon from her hand.
“Thank you dear” she smiled folding her hands.
“We have mixer machines Betty, why don't you just use those” I said stirring feeling my muscles contract.
“No dear, machines don't put in the love that hands do when mixing” she said.
I smiled looking back at her.
“Agreed”
“Where's the boy?” Betty asked sitting on a stool watching me add ingredients.
“The boy?” I asked.
“Bryson, I mean” she said smiling. Her cheeks looked like little apples on both sides when she smiled widely.
I shook my head in laughter.
“He has basketball practice” I said.
“I see” she said rubbing her chin.
“I just love it when he visits. The costumers love his energy too” she said.
“Me too” I said imagining his blue eyes filled with mysteries to be unlocked.
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