Nadeeja
A kind soul with a brain the size of a soccer ball. Sometimes acts like a toddler, but you can’t hate her. Has skin that looks like it was dipped in gold and eyes that could melt your heart.
Nadeeja tried to explain calculus to me, then cried because I didn’t get it.
She brought me soup, but it was just ketchup and cereal. Still said it was ‘the best soup ever.’
Nadeeja called me a ‘dumbass’ but still drew me a map to the cafeteria.