I... Sharon... The Nanny... *4A*

It's been exactly a year since his father has passed away. A year of him being a father to four; a year of him all alone in this world.

He finally decided to face his mother. He missed her yet he hated her at the same time. She never attended school plays. Never went to parent teacher conferences. Never checked on their homework. He was the only child that knew everything. He knew she would stay all day on the
rocking chair. Every night she would get out of the house and stand in the place of the accident and cry. And all he did was make excuses for her absence.

As he was walking up to her room he held a brown envelope. He hesitated to enter but after a few moments of thinking he finally did.

"Mama"

No answer, she ignored him continued on reading her novel on her favorite rocking chair.

"Mama!"

"na3aam!!"

"Mama abe akalmich"

"ana mo omik wala om ay a7ad thane!"

"lai mita are you going to stay like this"

"lawsama7t i6la3 bara!!"

"tara ohwa kan obona ba3ad"

"agoolik i6la3 bara"

"7ather" he said as he approached her put the brown envelope on her lap; "yimkin omy matat ba3ad ilsina ily fatat"

Her tears fell silently right after she heard him close the door. She opened the envelope and there was a letter.

It wrote:

Dear Mama,

Its been exactly a year since baba passed away. A year since I felt like a child. A year being a parent for four. A year since I last cried. And finally a year since you have been our mother. I didn't know that that day we were going to loose you too. If you only told it would make it easier for me to answer all those who ask. You are not the only one who lost him. We did to. You think I don't know that every night at 1:47 you head out of the house and stand there crying your heart out. Anyways just wanted to tell you it was nice having you as a mother. But from now on you are dead to me and my brothers and sisters. Don't ever think of coming back to us I will never forgive you.
Goodbye

Suleiman


Her tears fell silently. She folded the letter and put it back in the envelope. She then felt other pieces of paper took them out. It were pictures of her children. The twin's graduation. '3azi in a school concert. And lastly Lama on the swings. No picture for Suleiman.

From that moment she tried getting better. She would peak from the window, looking at them from far running around in the garden. Suleiman took really good care of them. True, I had helped him. But he did most of the work. That summer I was going back for a vacation; but I couldn't leave them all alone.

Part B later today :)