PARS SAREHAN
When I got back to the hospital room, it didn't take long to realize what had happened. Despite her broken heart and her newborn child, the woman I loved could not abandon her sense of duty. I had to bring her back, we should have been a family now. I was too used to her to imagine a life without her. I couldn't let her leave us.
Now I was here.
I couldn't see her anywhere. It wouldn't help if I turned right or left. Whereas I should have known somehow, if you intimidate a little girl with death, she will run away from you. If you whisper to a butterfly that it will die soon, that butterfly dies not because its time has come, but because of its sorrow.
