“It’s your job as the big sister to take care of them,” he told Hadia. “You are like their mother when Mumma is not here.” Hadia held on to her arm and pinched her skin so tight she had no space to feel sad about what Baba was saying. “I know you will do a good job, Hadia. I am certain,” Baba said, then he leaned down to kiss her forehead.
When they’re going the descriptions also feel more juvenille cuz she’s in their heads
