She apparently realized their evening together was over. "I've got an important appointment tomorrow."Chance stood, to see her to the door, but Marian...e waved him back to his seat. "I can find the way. I'm sure you and your sister have a lot to talk about."The brunette turned and left, closing the door behind her. For a moment, neither Cari nor he said a word, though his sister's gaze moved to him. He could tell she knew her ill-timed arrival had brought an abrupt end to their passionate. My father, Kader Khalid is Somali, and my mother, Elisabeth Monroe, is white. They met in college, and fell in love, got married and had little old me. My parents came from two different worlds. My father was born and raised in the City of Mogadishu, Somalia, and moved to Ontario, Canada, as a young man. My mother was born and raised in the small town of Oakville, Ontario, and moved to Ottawa for university studies. Fate brought them together, and I am the end result. Technically I am biracial,. At least my brain told me that’s what I said. It sounded a lot different to my ears.“I’m not too banged up to put you on that bed if you make me,” Ryan said, alarm clear on his face. “My girl knows her shit. If she says you’re in bad shape, you’re in bad shape.”I shook my head as a wave of vertigo overtook me. I remembered making it inside the ambulance and then I blacked out.It took me a few minutes after I woke up to fight my way through the haze in my brain. The video player in my head kept. Ami bollam, ‘ebar dorjar dike hete jao diye abar fire eso’. Maa tai korlo. Ami khusite chitkar kore uthlam. Iche korchilo maa magike okhanei fele chudi. Kintu ami onno kichu vebe rekhechilam.Dokan theke beriye maa ke bike e kore ekta boro shopping plaza dhuklam jama kapor kenabar jonne. Maa k niye prothome sareer dokane dhuklam. Maa ke bollam, ‘tumi sobthke transparent sada ronger saree keno’. Maa beche beche ekta sada ronger transparentsaree nilo. Ebar blouse er dokane giye maa ke diye kalo,.