Anna, Omar, and little Bob were planning on joining us in the States for the summer. The boys were already inseparable playmates. Neither could walk yet, but they weeble-wobbled around like fat dolls on the floor and kept us all amused on a regular basis. I’d already begun to fear for a future when both of them could walk and run and undoubtedly cause mayhem on a regular basis.
Amir and Omar had agreed that when they were young boys they were both troublemakers. Anna and I could just sigh and roll our eyes and confirm not much had changed.
“Come, my princess—your winged chariot awaits. We shall fly to our home. Gather our young demi-god and lead the way,” Amir said with a glint in his eyes and sweep of his arm to our private jet.
At last, I had finally found my fairytale ending.
To Be Continued…