Jasmine's POV It was a bright Saturday morning at my wonderful home, with my mom, my sisters and my very block headed brother. "Nadia, Nadia." That's my mom. "I'm coming ma." And that's my elder sister Nadia. "I'm going to the hospital to see your dad, so before I come back do your chores ok?""Ok ma. Greet Daddy for us." "I will dear, bye." My mom said as she left the house. "Uggghh! House chores again!" We all hated house chores in our house. It was like torture but music helped to ease it, because Nadia's Bluetooth speaker was already blasting Fireboy's "Vibration". *knock knock*No, scratch that! Nadia doesn't knock. That word doesn't exist in her dictionary. She says she's only supposed to knock on my parents and my brother's door because he's a boy, and we've seriously complained to my mom about it. 
Last Updated : 2020-07-18 Read more