“But that puzzle piece doesn’t fit. Let’s try another one.” Amaan said as he reached over for a small piece of colourful cardboard. “There we go! See, this piece fits properly.”
Hasana studied the half-made puzzle and squinted. She couldn’t quite figure out what they were making and Uncle Amaan had hidden the box from her. “Can I at least get a hint, please?” She asked, flashing him a smile.