“Does it go away?" she asks. "Missing each other?"
I think about how much I missed Maman. I still do, though it isn´t as acute as it once was.
"A little bit," I whisper.
"Enough so that life continues. In a year you won´t even think about me. " She turns around in my arms and looks up at me, tugging at a strand of my hair.
"don´t say stupid things, Sahar. You´re smarter than that.”