I trudged home from the bus stop, carrying my heavy school bag and my empty water bottle. I was hot but happy that it was Friday and I could spend the weekend playing with my elder sister, Ruhi. Although she was thirteen, she made playtime a lot more fun. I had a sneaking suspicion that her stomach ache story that morning was all made up. I’m sure she hadn’t done her homework. As I entered the gate of my house, I nearly stumbled upon a nest on the ground made of wooden twigs, some feathers, and