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!"
"Okayyy." Yasmin drawled out as she moved to sit in front of me. "Want to talk about it?" Yasmin offered.
