Bachira's face turned into a mixture of anger and despair as he watched her older sister is you , start to pack your things to go out with friends.

Bachira doesn't like that. He wouldn't let you leave him like that, without a fight. So, with the stubborn determination that only a 6 year old boy could muster, his small hands gripped your clothes tightly, refusing to let go."No, no, no!" he whined, his voice a mix of frustration and annoyance.

"Oneechan, don't go!"