Ha !

Nefariz was a great storyteller.She could do the mimicry and changing voices that was so likeable to kids she cared at the youth club. Nefariz made the same name as the kid whom she told a story ..

" Zaria! Zaria ! Come here ! Dear ,do you hear me ? " Calling her for third time ,but Wilan pretended not to hear the call . Instead,she sat on her bed in silence. She looked at the leaking mirror and saw herself in gloom and tears .

A few days ago aunt Yamuna gave a cute elephant toy to Zora her younger sister while she gave nothing to her .For her it's quite an aching heart . She "loved Zora . Not me "Zaria thought sadly.

"Zaria ! " That's mom ' voice.Was she a rascal ? She still lazy to come but it's risky,as mom will be angry if she kept on ignoring the call.

Zaria found them sitting around the dining table. She took a seat next to her mom. Aunt Yamuna put some slices of meat on her plate.She still silent when mom told her that auntie cooked specially for them that day .

Lazily Zaria
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