Chapitre 119: SELFLESS

It was an hot afternoon. Yasmin and I sat inside the tent on the pillows working on our embroidery stitches. Glasses of chilled orange juice were placed inside a tray which was on the center of the rug. I pulled in my needle in and out as I worked on my stitches of flowers. I was actually starting to get better with the stitches. Though they were a little bit bent to the side and weren't straight, but I was trying.

"Oooh someone's already getting better." Yasmin cooed from behind me as she stared at my embroidery.

I shot her a smile. "Thanks." I said then went back to stitching.

"Whoa, you okay?" Yasmin asked me.

I nodded my head at her in confirmation. "Yes, of course."

"Then why do you look as if you are in mourning?" Yasmin questioned me.

With a sigh I dropped the needle I was holding and I turned to look at Yasmin. "You know what I'm not okay? I'm not okay at all!"