nadhira
She’s like a soda can, always bubbling and ready to make you laugh. She’ll listen to your problems like they’re the best stories ever, and she’s always curious about life, as long as it doesn’t involve bad decisions.
She laughed so hard at my joke that she cried. Then she asked me what the joke was again.
She stayed up all night just to figure out how a toaster works. I didn’t even know that was possible.
She asked me why I hated Mondays. I told her. Now I hate Mondays even more.