The next morning,I wake up by 4:38 a.m. Pray Fajr, go back to sleep and wake up later to do a few workouts and take a shower. I walk downstairs to make breakfast, but today, there is a significant addition. I have to cook for that man who calls himself Ismail. I can’t still believe he is living with us.Today I am making pancakes for the kids while I prepare coffee, eggs, and French toast for Waheeda, Aazim, and Ismail. Everyone comes down after getting ready.“Good morning,aunt,” Aayan and Eman say while walking downstairs, looking cute in their school uniform.My sister has her kids in a private school, so they wear a uniform. Aayan is four years old, has Afro black hair, a light skin tone, hazel brown eyes, and a round face.“Good morning,” Waheeda and Aazim say while coming down the stairs “How was your night?” I say placing their breakfast in front of them.“It was fine; won’t you get ready for work?” Waheeda says “I will, just
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