I visited my uncle and aunt two days ago. They live two floors below us. My uncle said, So, you’ll be gone soon. I will stay in Iran for a month but of course it will end soon. He told me of the times we were all together and how we suddenly left and disappeared. He told me his house no longer has a smell or a color. It is just a house with a few faces left that show up once in a while. To him our house is only a colorless, odorless house with a heart that still beats.
Whoever I see thinks of the time I’ll be gone rather than the fact that I’m still there. Only a week has gone by but I’m already leaving in their mind. I don’t blame them. That’s life. Is all I can say. I can’t stay forever and I can’t be gone forever. Only my heart will stay with them. Always