Hamid woke up a bit later than his daughter, though not by much. He was still used to his job requiring him to get up early so he never could really relax on saturday mornings even if he tried. Oh well, it mattered little as he didnīt feel tired and could spent his time with Amirah. He was pleasantly suprised when he discovered her making breakfast. Hopefully she didnīt think it was her duty to feed them as she was now "the woman of the house" so to speak. He chuckled a little at the silly thought, no, he definately felt like that was still his job. Alltough it had been cute when she tried to learn cooking, even before transitioning enjoying these things which one might have expected of one from the female gender in days past. Hamid came closer and gently ruffled his daughters hair a bit as she was working. "Morning, darling.", he said and let out a satisfied, laid back yawn. "What are you making for us?", he asked, looking at her work curiously. She wasnīt yet wearing her Hijab, something that had been a little more unexpected than her wanting an operation, but something he still allowed, as she seemed to be so happy with it. She felt that it made her feminine and also it was something from their culture, in a way it made him proud to see her like that, and people were more accepting of it these days, as it had become fashion not just a sign of religiosity.
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