Dirty Indians
I was upstairs tidying my sons room when my mother called me, "Kavita, where are you? Uncle Shahid will be coming soon. I need your help in the kitchen."Uncle Shahid was not a real uncle. He was my father's old business partner. My father passed away a few years ago. My mother had a fondness for Uncle Shahid. He was a close family friend and now that my father was no longer with us he had become closer to my mother. He had helped my brother get a job when he was struggling and my mother was...