Asif had left an impression on me that quickly, and I knew another man would never be able to fill his shoes. He helped me understand women like my mother, ones who had such a good man that they didn’t need to remarry or replace him once he was gone from this earth. I always thought my mother was lonely, but being here and experiencing Asif showed me that she was most likely the opposite. She was content, happy to have experienced a man like my daddy.
