"Shit!" I muttered a curse under my breath as soon as I slightly cut my hand with a knife. I was slicing an onion into the macaroni I was cooking when it happened. If only Rumaisah was around, such wouldn't had happened to me.

I hissed as I gently began washing the hand in the sink, and as soon as the blood stopped coming out I applied a rub and thus continued with what I was doing. I really hated onions!

My mother had sometime ago made it clear to me that if I want my sister and my daughter back then I should come pick them up myself, and...