She almost fainted at the sight of me. It is terrible to see death when you are only four years old. It is even worse to die when you are only four. Outside my hospital window, the birds are singing. Mama always loved spring in Lebanon.
Flowers bloom, the grass grows, the air is fresh and cool.
Mama also said I was her favorite man. When I was born she was the happiest woman in the village. Your eyes are the color of dark chocolate and your black hair is as soft as silk. This Spring was supposed to have been special. For the first time my dad was going to take me on a trip outside the village.