A joyous heart

"Can you get me some cake, please?" I yelled to her from upstairs.
"No way-s."
"Can you get me some water?" I tried again.
"No way-s."
"Can you drink some water for me?"
"Way-s!"
"Ahahaha, you sucha haytah!"

I was cuddling up to her keeping absolutely in mind how much she hates it and to my surprise she started patting and massaging my hair.
"Um?" I had asked.
"What? You remind me of Amjad," she said honestly which explained why I had felt like an animal for a second when she was showing me love.
"O! He was a good bakra," I said.
"I miss Anmol and Anokha too!" She explained her emotions mentioning to me the he-goats we have had the recent Eid.
"Aw! You poor little girl, but there's a lesson you learn from Eid-ul-Adha na!" I said to her.
"I know."

* Couple minutes later *

"Ammi, I want a bakra right now! Abhi, bus abhi hi abhi! Bakra chaheye." I asked Maa.
"Phir behkeen?" Maa said.
"But I want a bakra, bus abhi hi abhi, foran!"

* Pause *

"Do you still want it?" Mani had asked me after a minute's awkward silence.
"No. Not any more."
"Such a freak."