the refugee story baba finally told us the kuwait story i can't imagine my father crying and too exhausted to speak driving through the kuwaiti streets fearing for our lives i can't imagine his friends were willing to leave him and us to die and he still talks to them! i can't imagine iraq or jordan though apparently we were there i cant imagine a man took pleasure in trying to seperate a nine months pregnant woman from her husband and her toddlers i can't imagine waiting in the middle of the desrt to die mama was considering killing us so we wouldn't have to suffer. the thing that scared her the most wasn't dying, but leaving us alone in the desert looking for someone to take care of us no wonder they were so over protective when we were kids no wonder mama cracked when my grandmother abused her to go through all of that just to end up living with some crazy old lady determined to make each day miserable... mama was nice to hit us-- she still couldn't leave us by ourselves i know every parent has to come to terms with the fact that one day their children are going to leave and for a long time i was ready to let her get used to that but now i dont want her to i dont ever want her to feel what she felt in that desert i owe her my life in a lot of ways and i accept that now |