Ayesha sniffed. "And you look tired, come let's head home."
"Wait a few minutes there more before we move on" I said stopping her from pulling me away.
Behind me I could hear as Rikan whispered to Mehmet, "They call her Mother?"
Mehmet's answer had a level of levity. "Those must be her twin adopted children, don't make a fuss."
I turned as another familiar voice rang out from a few steps away.
"Move aside you two leeches! Let me see her!"
Jamila strode forward, still as sharp and commanding as ever. Her tan robes bellowed around her, and her hair was bound in intricate braids.
When she saw me clearly when the twins moved away, her stern expression broke into a warm smile.
"So the desert brings you back at last," she said.
I nodded my head and smiled at her. "Jamila."
She stepped closer and gave me a warm and fierce hug smacking my back in the process .
"Two years, Mia. Two years without a word! Do you know what that does to my heart?"
