"Sarah!" Mother called. "Please get away from the window. Close the curtains and come on out here in the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ with me."
Sarah had her small, chubby nose up to the window in the living-room. She had her eyes peeled to the window for the past hour. It was snowing wildly and it was very windy. She was waiting for her dad to come ہوم from work. He was already an گھنٹہ late.
"Come on, Sarah," coaxed her mother. "Daddy will be ہوم soon."
"But, where is he?" five سال old Sarah pouted. "He should have been here سے طرف کی now."
Sarah joined her mother in the kitchen. She pulled out a brown leather chair and...