“For a year, maybe two. Wait for our paperwork to get processed.”
“And then?” “And then, well, it is a big world. Maybe America. Somewhere near the sea. Like California.”
Babi said the Americans were a generous people. They would help them with money and food for a while, until they could get on their feet.
I would find work, and, in a few years, when we had enough saved up, we'd open a little Afghan restaurant.”
Nothing fancy, mind you, just a modest little place, a few tables, some rugs.”
Maybe hang some pictures of Kabul. We'd give the Americans a taste of Afghan food.”
And with your mother's cooking, they'd line up and down the street.”
And you, you would continue going to school, of course. You know how I feel about that.”
That would be our absolute top priority, to get you a good education, high school then college.”
But in your free time, if you wanted to, you could help out, take orders, fill water pitchers, that sort of thing.”
Babi said they would hold birthday parties at the restaurant, engagement ceremonies, New Year's get-togethers.
It would turn into a gathering place for other Afghans who, like them, had fled the war.
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