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‘Is my mother alright?’ I hear my daughter ask. 'Her eyes are moving.'

‘Your mother needs to rest’ a woman says. ‘It’s better if you go now.’

‘Stay, please!’ I want to say. ‘I don’t want to sleep and wake up in the park again. I want to move on.’ 

‘Can I stay, just for a bit?’ Rania asks. ‘I have the feeling that my mother wants to tell me something.’

As soon as I hear the sound of a window that is abruptly being closed, I begin to falter.

‘Don’t!’ my daughter exclaims.

 

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