chapter 37

My heart felt so heavy looking at the smiling him in the pictures... Seeing him holding the young me in his arms, he was the kindest person in the world to me, my life turned into a continuous misery without him.

I hardly kept my tears when I met my father in this way, Happy with a friend.

I looked at Nadir again and I pointed at the little boy standing in the last picture while handing all the pictures back to him, and I asked,

"Is this you?"

"yes"

"you were a short fatty.." I commented.

I tried to remember such a short fatty person and I blurrily had a recollection of a boy whose name was Nada, and who was an introvert who didn't like me at all, as for the other man in the picture... My father's friend, my memories of him were larger in size, he used to buy me a lot of candy, And he visited us a few times after my father's death as well. But a lot of people visited us after my father's death so I never felt he was anyhow more special.

"wasn't your name Nada?" I asked.

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