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for some holidays are filled with joy
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for others they pass with a few quiet
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tears only those who grow up without a
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mother truly understand what a
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motherless holiday feels like there's
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something called a mother's affection
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but the truth is most of us don't even
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remember what that feels like anymore
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and the longing for a mother is even
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deeper in children who grew up never
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owning a special outfit for the holidays
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they know the pain of being motherless
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best no one strokes their heads no one
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buys them new clothes for the holiday
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every holiday they sit quietly in a
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corner letting a couple of tears fall we
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dedicate this story to the homes where
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motherless holidays are felt most deeply
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the first light of morning filtered
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shily through the spaces between the
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earth and roofed houses the grayness in
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the air the silence of the street and
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the weary look on people's faces made it
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seem as though they'd only learned it
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was a holiday by looking at the calendar
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while the neighborhood kids ran joyfully
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between the laundry lines strung across
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freshly washed courtyards two children
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stood quietly in the corner of a small
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singlestory house morat and zanip unlike
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the other kids who were laughing in
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playing there was a familiar sadness in
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their eyes zanip was sitting in front of
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the door dragging her feet along the
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ground her thin arms were wrapped around
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her knees and her head hung low her
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older brother morat stood silently
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beside her staring off into the distance
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listening intently to the sounds coming
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from anderas's house her grandchildren
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visiting from the city were playing in
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the garden in their colorful holiday
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clothes the girls wore frilly dresses
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the boy's shoes sparkled they were all
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singing baris mangos today is a holiday
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they laughed they twirled then started
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the song again zanep's eyes moved slowly
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like an old person drifting into
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memories as she watched the colorful
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crowd across the way her eyes welled up
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she had first heard that song from her
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mother and now she was hearing it again
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from aunt aris's grandchildren she
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listened as if she had simply memorized
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the words not knowing what they truly
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meant but she would understand the
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meaning years later on the cover of a
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cassette player in a memory tied to a
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song and engraved into a headstone
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inside their house it was quiet their
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father had left after morning prayer
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probably to greet the elders in the
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mosque courtyard no one had bought them
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new clothes no bowls had been filled
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with candy it was the same every year
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while the neighbors children wore new
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outfits zanip had tried to squeeze into
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last year's dress and tight shoes but
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couldn't manage mura's pants were torn
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at the knee they were the grocery store
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owner's son's pants from last year ever
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since their mother passed they wore
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whatever people gave them zanip lifted
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her head "brother," she said her voice
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barely audible marat didn't answer he
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just nodded silently "this holiday would
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pass just like the others no visits no
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guests at the door since their mother
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died holiday mornings had been silent
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their father had become withdrawn over
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time the children had even forgotten
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what everything was called aunt eris
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hadn't invited them over maybe she
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thought they'd feel out of place maybe
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she didn't want her grandchildren's joy
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to be overshadowed the kids playing in
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the garden didn't even look their way it
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was as if they didn't live in the same
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neighborhood as if they weren't sharing
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the same holiday morning zenip pulled
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her feet in and leaned her back against
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the courtyard wall "if mom were here
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she'd sew us new outfits." "right
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brother," she said morat closed his eyes
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and nodded without moving his lips
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remembering was hard but what was harder
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was that they hadn't spent enough
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holidays with their mother to even have
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something to remember from a distance
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the hum of people's voices began to rise
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the neighborhood was slowly coming to
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life neighbors were placing bowls of
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candy in front of their doors children
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were going door todo with bags in their
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hands but no one would knock on their
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door zanip and marat wouldn't go outside
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because they didn't have holiday clothes
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they didn't have bags of candy and most
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importantly they didn't have their
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mother zanip was already awake before
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the sun had risen her eyes were fixed on
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the ceiling her hands clutching the edge
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of the blanket she stared for a while at
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her brother sleeping beside her his
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pajamas had faded the fabric at the
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knees had worn thin as for zanip her
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night gown barely reached her knees
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anymore she got up and quietly walked to
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the window she watched the plastic bags
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left on the corner of the street the
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tree branches stirring gently in the
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wind their home still carried the scent
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of motherlessness other homes in the
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neighborhood had begun to stir laughter
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echoed again from aunt eos's house her
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grandchildren from the city were calling
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out to each other with excited voices
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zayup carefully pulled the curtain aside
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her eyes caught the sight of brand new
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shoes at the door patent leather with
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buckles freshly bought holiday shoes one
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of the children turned and called out to
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their mother her dress was crisp with a
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bright red ribbon zenip closed the
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curtain the tightness growing inside her
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nodded in her throat when miroat noticed
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his sister standing by the window an
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emptiness washed over him he quietly got
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up and walked to her side he gently
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touched her face "should we get ready?"
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was all he said after all it was the
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holiday they would go knock on the
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neighbors doors and collect candy maybe
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someone would offer them a piece of
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pastry maybe some meat maybe someone
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would notice them they put on their
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clothes washed but old zanb's skirt
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barely covered her thighs and morad's
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shirt pulled at his shoulders still they
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stood in front of the mirror and smiled
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for that one moment they even lied to
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themselves pretended as if they had
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holiday outfits when they stepped
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outside the neighborhood children were
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in full celebration mode bags in their
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hands candy in their mouths antis's
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grandchildren were playing hopscotch at
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the door they wore dresses with tulle
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brand new pants one of them turned to
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zenip and pointed "where's your holiday
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outfit?" she said then giggled zenip
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lowered her head marat stepped forward
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but the child had already turned away
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they had been excluded before but this
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morning felt sharper than the others
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because holidays without a mother were
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unlike any other day they knocked on
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neighbors doors some smiled at them
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others quickly offered candy through a
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crack in the door a few houses handed
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out pastries "one woman leaned toward
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morat and gently stroked his hair "if
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your mother were alive she would have
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dressed you up so nicely," she said then
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quickly fell silent realizing she had
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said too much they wandered the streets
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that day as the bags of candy in their
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hands grew heavier so did the emptiness
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inside them with every door they left
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with every burst of laughter with every
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game played by other kids that absence
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sank deeper into their bones by midday
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the weather had warmed up aunt arius's
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grandchildren were still playing in the
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street humming that same song again
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baris mano's familiar tune today is a
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holiday wake up early children zanip
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turned her head her eyes filled with
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tears marat looked toward the sound the
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children were dancing unaware of the
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meaning of the song they clapped along
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with their bags full of candy but marat
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knew or rather he had been forced to
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learn he tried not to let anyone know
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what he knew the sugar left on a
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gravestone the absence of a mother a
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lonely morning it was in that moment he
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truly faced the realities of his
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childhood that song wasn't just a tune
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to laugh and play too it was a wound and
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he felt it for the first time that day
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they came home without holiday outfits
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they had bags full of candy but there
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was no sweetness inside them zanab sat
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on the edge of the bed sorting the candy
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with her hands she looked at the colors
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then one by one she picked out the
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brightest ones and handed them to her
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brother you take the red ones brother
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they even smell like roses just like mom
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morat smiled red had been their mother's
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favorite color she had an old dress they
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still remembered it she really did smell
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like roses she used to plant roses in
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oil tins in the garden red meant
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something different to them even when it
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came to candy holidays without a mother
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still incomplete still lonely still
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motherless by then the crowd in the
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neighborhood had started to thin out the
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guests from the city had gathered inside
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their homes some were sipping tea on
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balconies others were laughing in
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courtyards but none of those sounds
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passed through morat and zanup's window
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that house was quiet just as it had been
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for years zanip had woken up early again
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without putting on her shoes she stepped
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outside with quiet steps and sat in a
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corner she felt as if she'd been
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carrying a weight beneath her chest for
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days though she was young the questions
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she held inside had grown large she
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lifted her head and looked up at the sky
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her gaze wandered to the balcony of aunt
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iris's house colorful laundry was
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hanging their ribbon dresses shiny
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t-shirts just like toy shop windows her
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eyes welled up at that moment someone
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approached one of the elderly women from
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the neighborhood she leaned over and
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gently stroked zanep's hair "if your
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mother were here she'd have dressed you
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up too." "my dear," she said softly then
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she pulled a handkerchief from her bag
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and placed it in zanep's hand "it had a
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small embroidery on it." "this one
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doesn't smell like roses not like your
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mom did but maybe it will remind you of
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her," she said zanip couldn't even thank
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her something had caught in her throat
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she clutched the handkerchief tightly
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the little white handkerchief suddenly
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brought everything back on holidays her
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mother would tie a roseented
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handkerchief in her hair and pin the
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same one to her purse they would walk
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the streets together in matching
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patterns that image was so vivid in her
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mind she felt as if she could reach out
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and touch the moment again morat had
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been watching her from inside he came to
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the door then stepped outside quietly he
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sat next to zenip his eyes were fixed on
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the handkerchief he recognized the
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pattern too he silently held his
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sister's hand that day they made no
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plans for the rest of the holiday the
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other children in the neighborhood were
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still running around knocking on doors
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collecting candy but morat and zanip
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were in a different kind of game quiet
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one heavy full of memories by noon aunt
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iris's grandchildren came outside again
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they brought their new toy cars and
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dolls they laid a sheet in the middle of
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the street all the neighborhood kids
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gathered around them zanip and morat
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stood at a distance no one called them
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over it was as if sitting on that sheet
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required wearing holiday clothes as if
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he could only join the game with shiny
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patent leather shoes then one of antas's
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grandchildren fell and scraped his knee
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he started to cry the kids panicked
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morat rushed over pulled an old
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handkerchief from his pocket and pressed
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it against the bleeding knee "hold still
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don't let it bleed," he said the boy
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stopped crying for that moment everyone
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paused mura's hands were covered in
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blood but there was something else in
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his eyes a silent anger a silent
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exhaustion his gaze carried something
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heavier than childhood the boy's mother
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came over took the handkerchief from a
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rotat and thanked him but then
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immediately turned her face away maybe
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she didn't want to feel indebted maybe
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she was afraid of meeting his eyes that
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evening zanup returned to the street
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where the toys had been laid out all the
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children had gone a doll had been left
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behind its dress glittering she looked
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up at the sky the sun was setting she
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didn't take the doll she simply lay down
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and rested her head on the curb then
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came the silence no more children's
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voices echoed through the neighborhood
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no more holiday laughter morat stood at
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the threshold of the door zanip was
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farther off her eyes closed maybe the
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wind would carry the breath of their
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mother but there was no sound and no
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breath the next morning zanip was the
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first to wake up again with the call to
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prayer but this time it wasn't the light
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from the window that woke her it was the
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flutter of an old calendar page hanging
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on the wall the wind was slipping in
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through the cracked window gently
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swaying that page there was a holiday
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picture on it a happy family sitting
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around a table smiling zanip stared at
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the image for a long time if their
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mother were still here maybe they too
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would have a place at that table maybe
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they wouldn't have to split their boiled
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eggs in half or try to fill up on just
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candy she got up her brother was still
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asleep she quietly stepped into the
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kitchen on one of the shelves she found
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an old jar inside were a few colorful
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candycoated chocolates who knows how
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long they had been there she put one in
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her pocket and gently placed the other
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in her mouth the moment the candy
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touched her tongue tears rolled from her
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eyes it wasn't sweet it was bitter it
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had waited too long even candy turns
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bitter when it waits too long around
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noon a familiar melody rose from the
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street between children's laughter again
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today is the holiday wake up early
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children it was baris mano's bittersweet
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hopeful song but the children were
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turning it into a game jumping clapping
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laughing as they twisted the melody it
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was on to rise's grandchildren again
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they had brought a tape recorder from
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the city they played the song and added
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their own joy on top of it but when that
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sound reached morat and zanep's home it
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transformed into something else the
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laughter turned into heartache zanep
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stepped outside she wasn't even wearing
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slippers she walked right up to the tape
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player the children didn't even notice
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her she just stood there listening she
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closed her eyes and remembered her
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mother humming that same song while
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brushing her hair but it hadn't sounded
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joyful like this it was quiet soft full
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of sorrow believing her mother could see
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her zanip softly whispered "today is the
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holiday don't cry mom." when zanip came
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back inside morat was at the window he
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had heard the song he lowered his head
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there was nothing to say in that moment
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they both understood that song was their
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story no one had ever noticed that day
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they forgot to eat they didn't feel
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hungry because on some days a person
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just stays silent even hunger doesn't
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speak later in the day aunt iris came to
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their door with a plate of stuffed grape
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leaves here you go my dears no one
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should go hungry on a holiday she said
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marat thanked her but he couldn't look
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her in the eye he took the plate and
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closed the door zanip counted the grape
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leaves they were seven she wrapped three
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of them in a napkin and placed them on
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the top shelf of the cabinet as if maybe
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someday their mother would come back and
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eat them that night morat began
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scribbling something in a notebook it
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was a letter to his mother he wanted to
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scream out everything inside him he
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decided to bury the letter at her grave
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he believed she would read it so he
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picked up the pen and began to write i
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wish you were here mom i wish you were
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here so i could cry into your lap i wish
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i could watch you brush my sister's hair
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again but since you've been gone i'm the
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one who brushes her hair did you know
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that but i can't braid it like you did i
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try but i can't do it like you and you
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know what else mom every holiday i'm the
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one who brushes her hair when you left
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we didn't know what to do dad only knew
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how to be a father i wish my sister were
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older than me maybe then she could
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mother me too but i became both mother
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and brother to her dad doesn't know how
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to cook like you mom where are you
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please come back if you were here we'd
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eat eggs with tomato paste for breakfast
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dad doesn't even know how to make tomato
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paste from the garden tomatoes we're out
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of paste now anyway i know how to make
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it but i can't do it without you and
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zanip is still little she gets tired all
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the time i sit in your favorite spot in
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the garden at sunset just like you did i
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stretch my gaze beyond the hill as the
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sun goes down i always wondered what you
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saw over that hill were you looking
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toward where you were going or were you
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waiting for someone i asked dad once he
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didn't answer he just cried then i asked
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aunt aris she said maybe she was waiting
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for the angel of death i asked her why
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would she be waiting for the angel of
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death she said "the angel took your
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mother sweetheart but why did the angel
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have to take my mother and on a holiday
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of all times why did you leave on a
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holiday mom couldn't you have made
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azrael wait or gone when you were old or
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at?" at least asked us because we never
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would have let you go but i still
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remember you young you know that because
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i know my mom will never grow old you'll
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always stay young mom and as the sun
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kisses your delicate cheeks your hair
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will dance with the breeze i know you're
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watching us from the top of that hill
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and don't worry dad didn't remarry at
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night he cries too zayup and i secretly
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listen then we cry too but we always
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remember you as young mom if you see us
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crying don't be sad we just miss you
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sometimes it's just dust in our eyes but
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every night dad somehow gets dust in his
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eyes too maybe if he washed his face it
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would stop but he's afraid he's afraid
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that if he washes away the dust he'll
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forget you if the tears dry up he might
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forget and if we don't get dust in our
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eyes you might think we've forgotten to
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so we won't wash the dust away okay
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because we miss you too much by the way
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zanip is mad at you mom i asked her why
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and she said because if i'm mad maybe
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she'll come back to make up with me she
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doesn't believe you won't come back she
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even saved you some grape leaves did you
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know that still every morning she gets
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mad at you and by night she forgives you
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again mom you left us on a holiday
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morning and now no holiday feels the
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same when dad and i return from the
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holiday prayer zanip tries to prepare
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breakfast like you did but she can't do
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it like you either i tell her it's
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perfect just so she doesn't feel bad
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then we clean up the three of us go sit
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under the grapevine where you used to
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sit we stare at the door waiting for you
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to walk in with tea and baklava but you
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never come why did you go mom why won't
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you come back i know where you are still
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i wait i'll come to you too don't worry
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but only after zenip grows up if i go
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now she'll be left alone with dad and
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then they'll miss both of us besides
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neither of them can brew tea like you i
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make tea just like you taught me it
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doesn't taste the same but that's okay i
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put a little water in zen's tea like you
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used to she can't drink it hot remember
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oh and the roses you planted in those
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old oil cans they bloom beautifully just
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like you they smell sweet whenever zanib
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smells them she asks "why do the roses
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smell like mom you know when they washed
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your hair for the last time they poured
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rose water on it that's why the roses
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smell like you." but i don't tell her
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that i smelled your hair for the last
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time but you always smelled like roses
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mom i told zenip mom always smelled like
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roses just like you do mom please don't
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be mad when i say this we don't like
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holidays anymore because after you left
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no one visits us when you were here
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people came to our house during holidays
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and we visited them now we don't go
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anywhere no one comes to us dad doesn't
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even wake us up for holiday prayer
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anymore you know how we know it's a
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holiday aunt iris's grandchildren from
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the city they sing that song you used to
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sing to zanup every year they sing
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"today is the holiday wake up early
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children wear your best clothes carry
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wild flowers in your hands let's not
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upset our mothers today everyone dances
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to that song." but zanup always cries
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she wants to pick flowers and bring them
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to you we've got flowers mom but we
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don't have pretty clothes aunt iris's
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grandkids even have sneakers with velcro
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you know zanip loves red shoes her eyes
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are always on those red shoes when the
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other kids play one day when i have
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money i'll buy her those shoes dad can't
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afford it he gets sad too but zanip
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doesn't want to upset him she tells him
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"look daddy i put a daisy in my shoe."
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aunt eris's grandkids don't have daisy
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shoes zaneps become so tender-hearted
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mom dad tries to comfort her but now
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she's the one comforting him but i
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promise mom i'll buy her those red shoes
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and a skirt with flowers zanip will wear
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something new this holiday i don't have
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to i'll buy something for dad too he
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deserves it he's tired of patching up
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old clothes xanup wears her blue apron
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all the time so her dress won't wear out
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but even the apron's old now don't worry
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mom i'll buy them both new clothes and
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when we come to visit your grave we'll
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wear our holiday clothes we don't have
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them this year but we're bringing
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flowers i'll bury this letter by your
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headstone the angels will deliver it to
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you if you read it don't cry okay mom
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let zanab grow up first then i'll come
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to you if she grows up she won't be
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scared anymore and dad hugs her calls
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her his little rose zen smiles and says
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"don't i smell just like mom daddy if i
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go now she'd be so sad mom my roses
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scented mom we never got to visit you in
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our holiday clothes but dad said he'll
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plant a rose at your grave when we smell
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it please reach out and touch our cheeks
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okay i promise you mom one day i'll buy
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holiday clothes for zenip for dad and
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for myself we'll come to your grave
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dressed in them and maybe then azrael
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will take us to you too or maybe you'll
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come to us because every holiday morning
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we'll be waiting for you beneath the
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grapevine on the last day of the holiday
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the street had grown quieter the
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visiting had slowed down and most of the
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guests from the city had already begun
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returning home auntie ray's
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grandchildren had packed their bags and
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were sent off with a crowd of relatives
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waving goodbye morat and zanip just
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watched from their window no one had
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come to visit them and no one was
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leaving them they weren't used to saying
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goodbye there had never been anyone to
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say it to around midday the sky darkened
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it turned gray and the wind stirred up
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dust in the street zanip was trying to
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tie her hair up with an old elastic band
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when the sudden tapping of rain on the
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window startled her the rain had started
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fast each droplet sliding down the glass
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looked like it had fallen from zanup's
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eyes marat sat in the corner of the room
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slipping the letter he'd written into a
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plastic bag then he began tying together
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an old shawl that had belonged to their
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mother nodding it without saying a word
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no one asked what he was doing no one
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wanted to a little while later there was
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a knock at the door zenip ran to open it
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an elderly man stood there holding a
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worn brown plastic bag "is your father
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home?" he asked zenup shook her head
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your mother?" he asked "this time." she
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passed away zanup replied softly the man
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fell silent he looked away zayup just
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opened the door a little wider glancing
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out at the rain the man held the bag out
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to her "this was holiday aid sent by the
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village headman." "looks like we're a
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bit late," he said then he turned and
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left inside the bag were a packet of
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pasta a few cans of food and two small
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bags of candy one of the candy bags had
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already been opened some of the candies
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had gotten damp zenip tried to dry them
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with her hands as if saving those sweets
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might somehow save her mother too morat
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placed the bag on the table and stepped
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outside it was still raining but he kept
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walking the tips of his shoes were torn
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his socks were soaked but he didn't seem
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to notice that day he was heading
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somewhere else to the cemetery when he
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reached his mother's grave the place was
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empty the earth was wet the grass
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drooping even the letters on the
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gravestone seemed faded morat knelt he
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didn't speak he didn't cry either he
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simply bowed his head and placed his
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hands on the soil "bayum is here but
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you're not mom please read this letter."
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"okay i promise i'll keep my word," he
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said quietly and buried the letter at
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her grave on his way back he ran into
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zanip she had followed him carrying
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their mother's handkerchief together
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they walked back home they didn't speak
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a single word on the way that night
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while sitting by the window the power
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went out the house fell into complete
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darkness morat struck a match and lit a
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candle the light was weak but in that
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faint glow zanip noticed something the
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crack in the wall had gotten bigger rain
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had seeped through it and bubbled the
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paint one of the flower pots by the
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window had tipped over everything seemed
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to be breaking apart bit by bit suddenly
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zanip got up and went to the window she
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pulled back the curtains the rain hadn't
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stopped then she turned to morat the
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holidays over now right big brother she
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asked m u r a t nodded double quotes yes
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he said zanip looked back out the window
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"then i guess mom isn't coming anymore,"
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she whispered her voice trembled like
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the flame of the candle "and that night
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all that remained in that house after
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the holiday were the shattered pieces of
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silence like broken glass no one heard
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no one noticed but that house lost its
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childhood once more." years passed morat
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and zanip grew up morat studied while
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also taking care of his sister and their
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father he made sure zanip went to school
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too eventually they had to move to the
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city they couldn't visit their mother's
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grave every holiday anymore but don't
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worry marat kept his promise he bought
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holiday clothes for himself for his
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sister zanip and for their father just
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as he'd promised in his letter they wore
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their new outfits and visited their
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mother's grave one last time no child
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should have to go through what morat and
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zenip went through more than that no
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child should ever have to live through a
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holiday without their mother maybe
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mothers should never die or maybe just
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maybe mothers should be allowed to come
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back for the holidays so that children
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can once again know the scent of
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rose-filled holidays only then can
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holidays be filled with true joy because
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holidays live in the laughter of
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children smiling in their mother's arms
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this story is dedicated to all those who
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long for their mother who need her
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warmth and who each holiday water her
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grave with their tears and their love
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take good care of yourselves until we
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