Rashid

Three Months Later…

“Rashid! Can you come grab the milk out of the microwave!” Lyla called out through the house.

I looked up from the laptop resting in my lap, my eyes readjusting from looking at the screen for too long and watering slightly.

“I got it,” my sister said, pulling herself up from the floor.

“Thanks.” I stretched my arms over my head, feeling my shoulders crack as ...