One year for teta

I can’t stop crying when I think of her, I can still smell her beautiful scent, I can still hear her voice calling me, I still see her sitting on the veranda playing cards, i see us eating together and watching tv together and talking about everything and anything … I see her with her crosswords and I see her with her knitting and I still see her crying the last time I left Jerusalem, it was the first time I see her cry when I leave. I was thinking that I will see her and that she will be the first to see Tarek just in a few months, but I did not go, I wish I did.

I miss her so much. I miss her face.

Shereen