“Because you love us.” She flashes a sweet smile at her father. “I love you, yes.” He casts a critical eye on me. “Her? Not so much.” “What?” Zoha’s voice cracks, her sassy exterior crumbling at his response. “You don’t love Mama?” “Yeah, Azeer.” I mimic her pout. “You don’t love Mama?”
LEAVE UT TO ZOHA TO PLAY MATCHMAKER 🥹🥹🫶🏼🫶🏼
