"Okay, our bags are set, and so are we!" Amaya declared, hands on her hips, a bright smile lighting up her face as she glanced at her bag like it was a trophy. Zeya raised her eyebrows, anticipation flickering in her eyes as she waited for Amaya to spill the beans about their destination. "Let's go!" Amaya exclaimed, her excitement palpable, only to turn and see Zeya's face, which was a picture of boredom mixed with worry. "To Mom!" Amaya revealed, her voice bursting with enthusiasm, but Zeya's expression quickly shifted to one of concern.
"But, Ama, the weather isn't good right now. It's—" Zeya began, her voice soft and hesitant, as if the words were heavy on her tongue.
