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When Zynah returned with a tray, containing a can of Malta and a glass cup, she was surprised at how unconstrained Adnan had begun to act with Ibrahim. The sight of them fist bumping, brought a small smile to her face. She cleared her throat, making her presence known, and then, went ahead to place the tray on a stool, in front of him.

"I can see you two are having a grand time catching up," she remarked, her voice calm.

"We were but that was before you interrupted us," Ibrahim responded, his grin widening. "I've missed this young man a lot. I'm amazed at how sharp his memory is. He actually remembers me. Can you believe it?"

Zynah only smiled in response. She wasn't surprised because she knew he still remembered things that happened when he was only three. "Adnan, take Bilal to your room and brush your teeth," she instructed, her voice firm yet gentle. "While I talk to uncle Ibrahim, okay?"

"Okay, Mommy," Adnan replied, his hand finding Bilal's. "Let's go to the room,"