A for Amita

Amita was on the phone with her father, who called to congratulate her on her pregnancy of her and Charlie's first child. He also said to pass on his congratulations on the birth of Don and Robin's son and that he hoped they were doing well.

"I trust that things are going smoothly for everyone?" Her father asked, though his tone seemed to suggest he didn't seem to care that much.

"Everyone is doing fine, Dad." Amita said, finding herself trying to stay happy on the line, as she was finding it harder and harder each day to talk to her parents on civil terms, especially since she was kidnapped and they didn't get a plane to go check on her and make sure she was okay.

'Some days, it just makes me wonder…' She thought as she listened to her father discusses the conference that he and her mother went to last week.

"Anything else happen?" Amita asked, hoping for the conversation to end soon so that she can get back to the card game that is currently going on.

"Well, one of your cousins is getting married soon, so we hope that you can join us in India," Her father answered

"Send me the date and I will let you know." Amita said, secretly hoping that she would not be able to go.

"Of course, dear, having a good day." He said

"You too," She said as she hang up the phone

'Wow, I thought that would never end, well back to a game with a real family, and see if Don will finally beat Charlie at cards.'

She was feeling a lot better as she rejoined the game and knew that the no one asked about the call from her father, as she could guess that they don't really like her parents that much either.

'Oh, well,' She thought to herself, 'At least my parents know to give me space'

The rest of the night she had forgotten all about the conversation and all the feelings she was having along with it.