Visiting

You didn't recognize your old condo anymore. It smelled different. There was foreign flavors simmering on the stove. Their was Islamic art on the walls. There was your ex, in her hijab, in her abaya, smiling nonetheless at your presence. She kissed your cheek.

"Thanks for visiting, Dani," she said. "Mustafa made some changes."

"I can see that," you said, swallowing. Your feelings about this were so conflicted. She showed you the prayer room, which used to be the spare bedroom, the prayer rugs laid out. And then there was the bedroom, with those foreign flags hanging in the windows. And that bed....so much fucking on that bed, you could tell.

"Hey, are you listening, sweetie?" You blinked your big blue eyes, looking back at your ex and nodding.