It was a pleasant morning. I was lost in a beautiful dream where my father had fulfilled his promise to take me to the PSL Final between Lahore Qalandars and Multan Sultans. I was cheering loudly in the crowd when, suddenly, I heard my mum’s voice calling me.

I looked around, confused … and then, before I could make sense of it, someone jolted me awake. I blinked in astonishment, realising I was still on my bed.

Half-asleep, I struggled to focus as my mum spoke. But the moment I heard her say that Dad had called to inform her he wouldn’t be able to come early to take me to the match, my drowsiness vanished........

© Dawn Young Magazine