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Writer's POV:

After thorough cleaning of the apartment, till it looked great, father and daughter left the apartment to go buy necessities.

"We need a vacuum cleaner. The carpet and chairs aren't completely clean." Saïda told her father.

"Right. Add that on the list."

"Okay. What about clothes for Asahd? We were supposed to go with him."

"I watched him grow. I know his size in clothes and shore. And all he's getting is t-shirts, jeans -ripped- and normal, shorts, jerseys, sweats and sneakers, sneakers, sneakers. No expensive leather shoe or whatsoever."

"Oh my." Saïda giggled, "I get to buy my own clothes, right?"

"Yes. I'll do same. I...