She closed the door and went to the next room. Mahnaz opened the door and said, "This is also Mr. Tabandeh's workspace." I thankedher and went towards my room. I was wide awake.
After arranging all my belongings in the wardrobe and drawers, I placed my mother's memorybox along withher sewing machine inside the wall-mounted cupboard. Then I laid down on the bed and staredat the ceiling. Last year,I never imagined that I wouldbe here the following year,and without my mother, Alone, completely alone.
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