Tashie Bhuiyan

“So what’s your book about?” she asks.

I turn to her in surprise. I closed the book after my mom’s rebuke, but the story is still fresh in my mind. “You want to know?”

“Of course,” Dadu says, smiling warmly at me. “You can tell me during the Uber ride.”

Something dislodges in my chest as we approach the exit. “That sounds great.”

“Good morning,” I say, wrapping my arms around my two favorite girls. “Isn’t it a beautiful day outside?”

Nandini rolls her eyes, running a hand through her short curls, still wet from the gloomy weather. “It’s raining, Karina.”

“Exactly,” I say, slipping my way between her and Cora, who laughs as she scoots aside to make room.

Before I can protest anymore, they both press a kiss to the top of my head