Bahija

L rdagen kom og afslutningen fandt sted. Det var ikke en vittighed eller en fort lling mor fandt p . Deres mor stod der virkeligt med h nderne strakte. Hun omfavnede dem, kyssede dem rigtig mange gange, og vinkede farvel. Pigerne var helt gr def rdige, og mens de stod og krammede hinanden: L d der en kort skarp stemme. "Hej med jer Jeg hedder Bahija; Jeg er kommet for at lave mad til jer, kan I v re s de og vise mig hvor k kkenet er?..". Saturday arrived and a farewell party took place, it wasn't a joke or something their mother made up. She really did pack her bags, stood at the door, embraced them many times and waved farewell. The girls fell into tears, and while they were comforting each other, a short sharp voice interfered: "Hello I am Bahija; I've come to cook for you. Can you please show me the kitchen or at least its way?..".