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Part 2
Mum , you've got to help me!
What was that, Zoya ?
Listen ,Mum I wouldn't ask unless this was an emergency.
And if it were emergency I would quite naturally be there for you. Zainab returned serenely. But really Zoya don't you think u are being overdramatic, darling? They're only three little children...just how much trouble they can be??
Oh,God ,mum its not about them ,its me! Zoya said tiredly.
The logical part of her knew she was wasting her breath. How could you explain to someone whose idea of handson parenting was giving her teenage daughter charge accounts and a car.
Hold on a minute Mom!
No Zara that's Aunty Zoya's. she grunted, diving to retrieve a bottle of hair conditioner before the five year old could apply it to the brown curls of her sleeping baby sister.
These three childs are Zoya's brother Haider, Zara and Saif are five year old twins and eighteen month old Aisha.
And Haider wasn't here to protect his children and neither his wife, Humaira. They had been killed the previous month when their car had gone through the central reservation on the motor way and collided head-on with a lorry.
She had loved being there phoopi, who could spoil them before handing them back at the end of the day. Having total responsibility was quite another matter,as she was learning!
I can't do this Mom, she whispered miserably down the phone. I'm messing big time.
Well Haider must have thought you could or he wouldn't have named you as the children's guardian,came the bracing response.
I doubt he expected I'd ever be put to the test, Zoya retorted sadly.
But I have to live where the work is, Mom. Thankfully they were being really good about giving her time off at the university where she lectured, so that was one less thing for her to worry about right now.
Is all this about your job, Zoya? I must say I'm disappointed in you, but not surprised. Zainab sighed
This isn't about my job Mom.she managed finally. Though financially I do have to work, I'm good at my job. I'm not good at-
There is no such thing as the perfect parent, Zoya, her mother interrupted. Your problem is that you're perfectionist; you always have been .you don't like situations you can't control, or people.
Now Zoya was just too tired to fight. I'll try, she promised.
Good girl. It's just a pity that you haven't got a husband yet,because let's face it,no man's going to look twice at a girl who comes with ready-made family of three.And on that cheery note, Zoya thought, shaking her head slowly from side to side. My Mom is really on-off, which is probabily juct as well...
Thanks mum. Then Zoya put down phone and slumped down on the spfa amongst the biscuit crumb and building blocks..
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