Status Updates From A Thousand Questions

Don't blame Samia for running away from her mother.. I might have too.

The boneless chicken is cut into neat squares, and marinated overnight with tikka spices, yogurt, olive oil, and ginger-garlic paste. It’s been simmering on a bed of onions and tomatoes for an hour now, and I’m guessing it must be soft enough to melt in my mouth, if I was allowed to eat the same food as the owners of the house.

Mimi's Nani/cousin/cousins wife and I would not get along, nope!

Bet she'd say something if I hid in a corner and read a book 📖 plus not letting anyone pinch or hug me

I look around with interest. There are petite armchairs covered in lush red velvet, small round side tables with unusual items like a white chessboard and a collection of glass figurines. An elegant golden chandelier hangs from the middle of the ceiling. I feel my eyes rounding until they’re stretched like golf balls, and my mouth is probably open, although I’m too shocked to care.