The moment I fall backwards, I start to float. As if gravity is taking a pause.

And then I remember what Rania had said, the other day.

‘You don’t see me for who I really am.’  

It comforts me to know that it’s never too late for that.

‘We don’t want her to catch a cold, do we?’ the nurse says.

‘You don’t understand’ Rania answers while opening the window again. ‘The wind is vital to

my mom. It helps you increase your resilience, she always says.’

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