18

Mara drags me to sit down beside her. Grandma is knitting something on the red sofa she has come to love so much.

"Hey Grandma," I say and she mutters something back to me without looking up.

"Where's everyone else?" I ask Mara and she shrugs,

"Simmi got invited to her first party and Ken and Rohan decided to tag along,"

I raise my brow at her, considering how close they've been these past weeks this must have hurt. Even though logically an 11-year-old girl would never be allowed into a high school party.

"And Aunt SanJ's is doing the groceries," She finishes then jumps on her chair again, "which gave me the time to think about my actions clearly. Of course with grandma's help," She winks at grandma who(surprise surprise!) winked back at her.

"I can't really...spit it out so I decided to draw something for you. I hope you can understand it," she hands me paper cardboard. Did I ever mention Mara is terrible at drawing? I don't know how it is we're related.