I’m still very sorry. I was looking at the Qu’ran cover you designed and thinking about the drawing you did of us all in the Nahidian house. I was thinking of me begging you for that horse. You were sitting by the kitchen, on the floor, talking to Amu Naqi. I asked and I asked and finally you drew it. On that small torn out piece of notebook paper.
It was soon after we found out and sooner after that we sat in the kitchen eating Disney pops when Baba told us. I had a red Mickey Mouse. He melted on the table.
I know. I do know that you are not angry. I see you often in the city. I think of you often in the city. I miss you often in the city.