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06

Today was THE day.

The best fantastic Bhabi, sister-in-law- HECK sister was on her way (sorry, Zara)

A couple days ago, I had learned that Bhabi was not coming by herself, but she was coming with Aunty Asma and Uncle Tahmeed. I frankly have no idea who they are, but apparently, they're moving to Canada! They also have 2 daughters, so I'm excited to meet them!

Mama, Baba, and Bhai had gone to the airport, so it was just me, Zara, and later, my Fupi's would come to help cook and get the house ready for their arrival.

Zara and I haven't had alone time in years, so I decided today would be extraordinary.

I took her to Starbucks, we had breakfast, and we went to the mall. I bought her this cute dress, and some weird thing called a squishy?

Zara persuaded me to look for some dresses. After a couple minutes, I told her I didn't want anything, and we were about to leave, but then Zara saw this beautiful Kaftan Floral Dress coincidentally in the store Zara, so she forced me to try it on.

"It's too tight," I yelled from inside the changing room. I was trying so hard not to cry. The dress was already large, and it doesn't fit?!

"Okay, pass the dress. I'll ask if they have it in a bigger size," Zara said from outside the changeroom. I gave her the dress, and we walked to a salesperson.

"Hey, do you have this in size up?" Zara asked the gorgeous worker.

She eyed us up

"No, we don't sorry," She said with a glare and started to walk away

Jeez that was rude.

Zara paid no attention to her distinct rude behavior

"Okay, thanks," she said with a smile, and we walked out

I don't understand what the worker's problem was, but I still felt hurt.

"It's cool, appi we'll go to a different store."

After that, I somehow persuaded Zara that we needed to go home since our Fupi's were coming.

Once we got home, Zara and I made the desserts, and I made biryani.

For the very first time!

And it actually tasted good!!

I was dreading for the time our Fupi's were coming. I absolutely despised them. Well, my dad's youngest sister, my Ruby Fupi, was the sweetest! And so were my cousins, but sadly they were still back home in New York, but my Ruma fupi and Rosy Fupi are the worst!!

Not only do they talk clearly, dislike me, talk so much crap about my mom and treat her bad AND they manipulate my dad. Ruma and Rosy both live nearby while my favorite darling fupi resided in New York, so I rarely see her.

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It had been a couple of hours, and my Fupi's, Zara, and I were done cooking and just chatting, waiting for the phone call to know that they were on there way. I had gone upstairs to get changed and when I came down, I saw Ruma Fupi staring wide-eyed at me.

"My My is that what you're wearing tonight?" Ruma Fupi asked

I had on one of my favorite salwar kameez. It was white with lace detailing and a stunning colorful dupatta. It was one of the Salwar Kameez that Baba had gotten for me from Bangladesh, and I absolutely adored it.

Unsure of how to respond, I slowly replied,

"Yes Fupi should I change?" despite not wanting to,

"No, No darling, it's just you've gotten a bit chubbier. I just thought you'd want to wear something looser and darker." She said with a blank face.

Well, dang, there goes my self-confidence.

"I'll go change," I said as I walked up the stairs, tears brimming my eyes.

Before I could walk any further, the phone started ringing, and I quickly grabbed it and answered

"Salaam!!" I responded cheerfully, what had prior already out of my head,

"Wasalam, we're on our way," Baba replied,

"How's bhabi?" I asked,

"Alhamdulillah, she's good. Omar is ecstatic." Baba laughed

"I'm sure and... Aunty and Uncle good too?"

"Yes, we're all good Rukaiya and Fatima are excited to meet you."

"I'm very excited to meet them too" I said truthfully
From the background of the phone call, I could hear an unfamiliar deep voice in the back talking with Bhai.

"Baba, who's that," I asked

"Oh, that's Zayn," He simply responded

Zayn? 

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fupi - father's sister (aunt)