Dalia stopped eating in anger at her mother. She wanted to go there but her mother would not let her go there.
Her mother, Linda went to Dalia's room with lunch but Dalia refused her lunch. Linda came closer to her daughter and put her hand on her daughter's head. Linda said,
" Don't get me wrong. Do you want to know that why I don't allow you to go there ? "
" Yes Mom."
She looked at her with curiosity.
" I have damn scare about you. Your father lived in Bengal. As your father said, I stayed there for one day. Everything was very nice but I think your grandmother did not like me. I understood it very clearly from her behavior. Perhaps she didn't accept our marriage."
Water was running down her check. Dalia hugged her mother tightly.
" I love you Mom. Don't be sad. If you don't want, I will never ever go there. Are you happy mom?"
"Dalia, It's my fault. I will not let you down my honey, I am happy that you are happy. You can go."
"What!? what are you saying right now?"
"You can go to India with your dad. Oh! don't forgot to call back me."
Dalia's eyes shine with joy. She kissed on her mother's cheeks.
" Hurry.... I am so happy. You are the best mom ever."
Dalia finished her lunch at first and then she called her father quickly. She was so excited to see her grandmother's house in India. She quickly packed her clothes because they have a flight tomorrow at noon. Dalia finished dinner and went to bed. In next morning Dalia climb out of the bed quickly and walked to the bathroom to take a bath. Then she heads down into the kitchen to look her mother.
" Mom, please tell me that which dress is more beautiful between two? This one or this?"
Her mother was cooking breakfast in the kitchen.
" Dalia, it's too much, you are a matured girl so you must be chose it from yourself. Do you know know that I am very busy now. I will make a solid tiffin for you two."
" Can I call dad for breakfast ?"
She said it with so much hesitation.