Fierce truth.
He was in shock more than he was in confusion. Frowning slightly, he stood there perplexed, peering intensely at her without saying a word. That was so strange for Uzair to respond to her disbelieving question.
There was a pause of unusual silence.
And some more pause.
And some more.
“Who are you?” She whispered again, barely audible.
Before the truth of those words could take his breath away, he closed his eyes fiercely.
“No,” he told her after opening his eyes, his whisper matching hers. Once again, his eyes fixed on her as if she were the most valuable treasure in the whole world. And she was, in a way, for him.
“Who are you?” She repeated the same question yet again in a small voice. “Where is my papa?”
They both looked utterly confused while watching each other. Both were observing the other in their own specific way.
One was seeing his little bird speak, like she was seeing him for the very first time in her life.
And the other one was staring at
