“Farah, come down, I must tell you something, mother calls bottom of the stairs. Farah runs down the stairs in the room and flops down on the couch. “What?” she asks surprised. “Well, the thing is,” begins mother. “I do not know if you like it or not.” Farah looks even more surprised. “Indeed, I conceive,” says mother. “You like?” “PREGNANT?” Farah screams. “Are you okay?” Sure I get another monster of a little brother? ” “Shut up,” shouts angry mother. “First, Joey might be something difficult for you sometimes, but he is very sweet and also he is only two years and secondly, I think you can do a bit more enthusiastic.” “How long have you been pregnant then?” Farah asks accusingly. “Two and a half months,” replied mother. “You really do not like?” “Sorry just now,” Farah said softly. “I’m quite shocked.” “Never,” his mother says. “That makes sense.” “Will you help to invent a name?” Farah nods. “I find it fun.” Joey knows it all? ” “No, but you can get him, he’s in his room playing with blocks.” Farah runs to her brothers room, and opens the door. “Joey, come here,” she says. “Kaja,” shouts Joey radiant. Farah feels guilty as she screamed that Joey was a mutt. “Kaja Help Torre build it.” “No Joey, you got to come. Mother wanted to tell you something nice. ” Is retell fun, “welcomes Joey. “Come,” says Farah. She takes her brother by the hand and walks into the room. Mother sitting on the couch. “Mama retell fun,” Joey screams and he quickly climbs on the couch. Mother smiles at Farah. “You love it so much little babies?” Joey asks mother. Joey nods. “Yes.” “Then we notice very glad, because mum is itself a low perfused baby. In May ‘ “BABY,” Joey screams. “BABY, BABY, BABY!” “Are you happy?” Joey asks mother. Joey nods, beaming.

It’s six months later. It’s the middle of the night. Farah asleep. Suddenly she heard noise downstairs. She steps out of bed and opens the door of her room open. She sees a light lit. She puts on her slippers and sneaked down the stairs. She looks through the glass door that mom on the couch. Startled Farah pulls the door open. Mother is a proud face on the bench and proud father is wrong. Mother has a towel down. “Come here sweetie,” his mother says. Farah goes to father and mother. “Two?” Farah says, dumbfounded. “Yes,” his mother says. “A miracle is not it? They said that only one baby in my belly! ” “What are they then?” Farah asks, still looking amazed at the towel. “We only had one name.” Mother nods. “But what about Yasmin and Swami?” Farah nods. “Nice,” she says. “Shall I wake up Joey?” “No, let him sleep,” says father. “He sees it tomorrow. What will he be surprised! ” “Can I just hold them?” asked Farah. “Sure,” says father. He takes the mother of twins and gives them to Farah. “Careful you?” Farah give both babies a kiss on the forehead. I have the dearest brother and sister in the world. And of course belongs to Joey!