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[halcyon-hyacinth]

“I’ll be fine,” Leah insists. “You don’t know that.” There was a period of time where Fatin wasn’t sure if Leah was ever going to wake up again, and she’s not putting either of them through that again.

Happy New Year! Chap 6 of my leatin ghost hunters au is up!

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[comic-book-jawns]

Can We Hang On? (part 4)

Rana Jadmani isn’t a kid person.

That’s what she told herself. She was a mother, of course. Always knew she would be. But she wasn’t a kid person.

So when Samad had to go on a last-minute business trip, or so she believed, and six-year-old Fatin asked her to chaperone the kindergarten field trip “to chase butterflies” — which begged the question of what exactly they were paying 20k for? — she said she had to work.

And when eight-year-old Ahmad accidentally super-soaked her blouse as she stepped out of the car — after a listing fell through and all she’d wanted was to go upstairs and, ironically, take a bath — she said his father was going to take the toy away. Samad undermined her, as usual. But Ahmad never did it again.

And when 10-year-old Kemar started to tell her about his latest novel while getting ready for bed, she said he could tell her tomorrow. Then she forgot, and didn’t realize she’d forgotten until she found him in his teenage sister’s room, reading the book propped open in her lap while she snored into his hair.

Rana never owned up to any of her mistakes, her regrets, as the years went by. Because she didn’t make mistakes. And regrets were a foolish notion.

Indeed, with Kemar now about to graduate from Yale and Adhmad interning on Capitol Hill, no one could accuse her of being a bad mother... if they were her only children.

Because people in her circle simply don’t have children like Fatin.

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