Somehow when we were walking, I couldn’t imagine being alone, would never want to. But now that we’re out of danger I miss sitting in the garden at our old house on the hill watching the sunset or being alone in the bedroom when Amil wasn’t there, or secretly poking around Papa’s room or the kitchen. There was always something to explore, always a place to be alone and quiet. I also miss Rashid Uncle’s house, your house. I miss lying on the couch reading books even if we couldn’t go outside. Now there’s a wooden table and chairs and a space for all our bedrolls, that’s it. Nothing is on the
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