Alfred sat with his back against the wall, watching his children interact for the first time. He had debated about it, but eventually, he decided on it. No matter what he or Isra thought about his children, they still were siblings. They needed to interact, or he couldn't imagine what would happen in the future.
Looking to his left, he saw Frida taking peeks at Abu, watching with a gentle gaze. "It's rude what you are doing," Alfred said coldly, freezing the woman. Meekishly looking to the ground, she half smiled.
"Why is he so... dark?" The question stunned Alfred, but thinking about it made sense. If her home was anything like his old world, then the only people she would have ever seen were white.
