This piece by Sawsan is touching beyond description. I hope you will all be fortunate enough to read it. It will, I think, stay with me for the remainder of mine.
When I first met my husband, about 14 years ago, there were two things he talked to me about repeatedly, almost every day, which left me wondering how desperate he was, to be proven wrong, very wrong, many years later.
The first about a little girl he has vivid memories of from when he was about 5 years old, memories of them playing in front of the house. Her name was Sawsan, what are the chances?! This other Sawsan was from another country but they lived across the street. Sawsan and her family disappeared all of a sudden he said. Until we found out the truth about her and her family he always wondered where she was. That will be another post. He’s 57 and still talks about her! Then, and almost on daily basis, he told me how much I would love his father when I finally meet him…
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