“I am not sure that’s a good idea”, I said, sure that it would not go down well in my traditional household. “We can go to the mall and see Santa.”
“But I want a tree.”
“Ask your father.” I didn’t like doing it, but it was his parents who would disapprove, let him handle the situation.
Father could, of course, never deny his beautiful daughter anything. So here I am on Christmas Day, shopping for a Christmas tree. I wonder how the tree would look among the Islamic artefacts at home.
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.