“The truth is, he didn't even hold you until you were a month old.
And then only to look down once, comment on your longish face, and hand you back to me.”
Mariam came to disbelieve this part of the story as well.
Yes, Jalil admitted, he had been horseback riding in Takht-e-Safar, but, when they gave him the news, he had not shrugged.
He had hopped on the saddle and ridden back to Herat. He had bounced her in his arms, run his thumb over her flaky eyebrows, and hummed a lullaby.
Mariam did not picture Jalil saying that her face was long, though it was true that it was long.
Nana said she was the one who'd picked the name Mariam because it had been the name of her mother.
Jalil said he chose the name because Mariam, the tuberose, was a lovely flower.
“Your favorite?” Mariam asked. “Well, one of,” he said and smiled.
3.
One of Mariam's earliest memories was the sound of a wheelbarrow's squeaky iron wheels bouncing over rocks.
The wheelbarrow came once a month, filled with rice, flour, tea, sugar, cooking oil, soap, toothpaste.
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