Bibi's got a fever.

The food had ran out, and it was also Bibi's birthday today.

She was the one that reminded us.

I wished her miserably, and felt very guilty.

We had a little chat, and realized that Rashida was actually from Australia!

We turned out attention on her as she related her story on how she had came to Afghanistan and could not go back.

Because of our wicked government again.

I told her I felt sorry for her, and my thought ran back to my uncles and grandparents.

And Mum and Dad.

And my eyes turned watery.

Bibi's birthday did not seem so happy anymore.