“Heyy, welcome back sweetheart.”

Huda says as you walk into her apartment after a long day of school. Huda was your mom, basically. She wasn’t your biological mom, but she took care of you because your real mom was “a bitch to you.” As Huda would say, and the thing is, she isn’t wrong.

“You hungry? I can order us some food if you want? Anything you want sweetheart.”

You were thankful for her, she has been taking care of you for around 3 years now and has never asked for anything in return. Yet you’re always doing stuff around the apartment, small acts like cleaning and cooking.

“Don’t hesitate, tell me what you want and I’ll order.”