Yes I saw dad talking Yusuf, and yusuf was a tall funny, and not so ugly man with a broad shoulder and a very nice statue, come to think of it he was "fugly" is that even a word habiba, I laughed with every bit of laughter I had as if I was gonna die or I was competing for a laughing challenge which I would have won cos my mouth was wildly opened as a temporary zoo for flies and insects had it been we had in our house, it could have been their resting place."Are you okay" dad caught me laughing to my selfBusted you bitch, dad please just act as if its normal for me to see you talking to some one by 6:30am in the morning, wait habiba is that abnormal?"Yes D" yes!, D for short"Habi, get me a cooking knife from the kitchen""Yes sir, yes sir three bags full,One for my mother,One for my D,One for the little girl,who lives inside of me" I sang jokingly to my da
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