The house was in a flurry of activity.
There was going to be a playdate at the house.
Sofiya was not too pressured as it wasn't unknown families coming over, but the very own Elite Five.
Everything truly felt like a dream.
It was as if it was just yesterday that she, Sofiya, had been on a journey to discover herself.
Now, she was the wife of the man she loved with all her heart, and she was blessed with good in-laws and a beautiful son.
"Mama," came a soft voice behind her.
"Yes, Ziauddin?" Sofiya answered, turning with a smile on her face.
Her son was a carbon copy of Ali, with his dark hair and dark eyes, thick eyebrows that were lush and curved. His skin was fairer than Ali's, but not as fair as Sofiya so he looked like he had a slight tan.
He had got his father's eyes, which were so expressive and beautiful that it took your breath away. Ziauddin, Sofiya was convinced, would grow up to break many girls' hearts.
