Sohrab wiped his face with the back of his hand. I felt so helpless. Sohrab was hurting and there was nothing I could do. Nothing except sit there and be his friend. But maybe that was enough. Because Sohrab knew it was okay to cry in front of me. He knew I wouldn’t tell him not to have feelings. He felt safe with me. Maybe that’s the thing I liked about Sohrab best of all.
