As we finished eating, Dad stepped out with Aunty Jamila. I picked up my phone and called Yusuf. He answered, "I'm at the pharmacy getting some medicine for Mom, but I’ll come over later."
I asked, "What’s wrong with your mom?"
"She’s a diabetic and needs her medication replenished. Dad sent me money to buy more," he explained.
"I’m sorry to hear that. Is she doing better?" I inquired.
"Yes, she’s doing well," he replied.
"Please send my regards to her, and let me know when you’re back," I said firmly.
"Will do. Thank you," he responded.
"You’re welcome. I love you. Bye," I said assertively.
"I love you more," he replied.
I smiled and ended the call, unaware Aisha and Ayana were eavesdropping behind the door. They rushed in, teasing me playfully, calling me "lover girl!"