"Did you make that yourself?" her father asked gruffly.

"Nice editing. So you've started your own channel, huh?" Her youtuber mother looked reluctantly impressed.

"Malaysia!" shouted Abdul. They all looked at each other.

"Yeah, were those the photos from our holiday to Malaysia last hear, hun?" Her mother asked as she got up to set the green tea in the kettle.

"Absolutely, mum!" Arifa beamed back. "I thought I'd make it into a nice travel guide-video! I researched all the information, included the top ten places to visit, best restaurants, tourist events, the lot!"

"I didn't know you were so..." her father tried to find the words.

"Passionate to be a part of the travel industry and not going to give up whatever life or people throw at me? You think right!" Arifa chirruped back.

"So into all this." Her father replied seriously. His bald, tan head shone under the spotlights, his neatly trimmed stubble-beard a jet black (that Arifa knew he had to get dyed each week).

"Yup, I've decided!" Arifa piped up among the gentle clatter of the kettle being placed on the hob, the fire crackling into life, and the green tea leaves simmering. Her mum then looked attentively at her, balayage hair let down, wearing chucky red hoop earrings matching her striped red top, waiting to hear the rest.

"I want to be a tour guide, managing my own world travel agency! Taking people for trips to the greatest places planet Earth has to offer! That way, I don't have to travel as a loner! I get to spread my passion to others, and people'll even pay me for it!

"So wadja guys think?"