“Me, I suppose I'm different. I tend to... But it broke me too, the boys dying. I miss them too.”
“Not a day passes that I... It's very hard, Laila. So very hard.”
He squeezed the inner corners of his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. When he tried to talk, his voice broke.
He pulled his lips over his teeth and waited. He took a long, deep breath, looked at her.
“But I'm glad I have you. Every day, I thank God for you. Every single day.”
“Sometimes, when your mother's having one of her really dark days, I feel like you're all I have, Laila.”
Laila drew closer to him and rested her cheek up against his chest.
He seemed slightly startled; unlike Mammy, he rarely expressed his affection physically.
He planted a brisk kiss on the top of her head and hugged her back awkwardly.
They stood this way for a while, looking down on the Bamiyan Valley.
“As much as I love this land, some days I think about leaving it,” Babi said.
“Where to?” “Anyplace where it's easy to forget. Pakistan first, I suppose.”
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