Amna wakes up. She swings her legs off the bed.
She hears the kettle. It whistles a happy sound.
Amna puts on her blue dress. She hops to the kitchen.
She peeks into the kitchen. Dad is pouring tea. Mom is spreading jam.
The table smells like warm bread. Amna runs to her chair.
She climbs onto her chair. Scritch, scritch. Her dad lifts her gently.
Mom sets a small plate in front of her.
Dad puts his hand on her shoulder. He whispers, 'Bismillah.'
Amna whispers back. The word feels like a warm hug.
Amna picks up the bread and smiles at her family.
She whispers, 'Thank you,' and takes a bite. The bread is warm and soft.
Amna eats her breakfast. It is a good morning.
