He was sitting next to me at the dining table. I was working, completely focused on what I was doing, and making sure that I didn't take my eyes off the monitor, no matter what I could see in my peripheral vision, and no matter who called on me. I had a deadline to meet, and I was not going to let this slip.
He was working on his letter of application. Every so often he would look up, ask a question, or mutter something, and sometimes I answered absent-mindely, but I mostly kept completely quiet. He knew better than to demand my attention when I was working on a deadline.
I came to a point where I could pause just long enough to ask for an instruction on Skype, and wait to receive the answer before moving on. I looked over at him, sitting in front of his laptop, typing. He had his head bent and his long torso was a little slouched. The 1:00 p.m. sun was pouring in through the window behind him, and he was engulfed in light. That's when I saw them. Three short gray hairs on the right side of his head. I looked again. Yep. There they were, three gray hairs on a full head of short black hair.
I am overwhelmed with indescribable feelings of joy, reflection, and anticipation. My child has gray hair.
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I am so happy you're back Nazy jan. You just write in a very smooth, joyful and awesome way. Please keep writing.
Thank you dear sweet Pardis! I'm so glad I get to connect with you again azizam! It's been too, too long! I hope you are keeping well my friend. It's such an amazing and liberating thing to be writing again, quietly and somewhat privately! I need to be doing this right now. It feels right. Thank you for being my audience of one! It's just perfect. <3 <3 <3
I wanted to look up something on my own blog when I realized it was not loading properly. In order to test if the problem was from blogger or not, which blog did I check first? of course yours. Then, I realized there are new posts. You have no idea how happy that made me. Welcome back Nazy jan!
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