She woke up early that morning, struggling all night trying to sleep. She had a bath then headed downstairs for breakfast, she noticed a familiar elderly couple waving at her, and a smile was stitched on her face at their sight. It was her grandparents! She paced quickly towards them avoiding most of the familiar faces; some she smiled at and some whom she nodded to. As she arrived to the table safely she hugged her grandparents not wanting to let go and thanked god for sending these two angels.
After a long conversation together talking about all the events she had missed to her wanting to transfer universities. They were there when Mady was in the hospital after the accident. Although they couldn’t spend much time with their only granddaughter after the accident they made sure that they had spent enough time with her while she had woken up and gotten her senses back. Ending their wonderful conversation, Mady decided to direct her grandparents towards her room, instead they had invited her over to theirs. They were happy to spend as much quality time as they could with her.
Her grandmother stared at her only granddaughter; the beauty that still remained. Although some parts were destroyed she smiled at the major improvement and thanked Allah for having her. They sat together in the living room. Whilst Mady was calling for some tea, her grandparents helped themselves and prepared a game of cards for the two. After the tea had arrived, Madiyah got out a pack of nuts, opened it as the smell burst out of fresh nuts and slowly poured them into a bowl. She placed it on the tray and served her grandparents and watched them as they were intensively drawn into the game.
A flashback, a thought, a glimpse of the past had appeared. Her heart pounding faster and faster. Thinking what it could be like if only... she had told her grandmother what had happened, she took a sip of her tea and closed her eyes; the sound of the music blasting off with people enjoying their time at the background and the sweet taste of the tea slowly being pushed down her throat with warmth. She placed a dusted almond with salt on the tip of her tongue and then rolled it towards her molars and crushed it as if the person on her mind was the almond, she liked the fierce sound it made, the strength of the force that crushed the almond into a million little pieces letting the taste split open.
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