Yasmin Rahmani
Baba-Fazlollah-joon,
More than anything, I wanted your recognition. I wanted to catch the twinkle of pride in your eyes (like we used to catch fireflies, remember?). You always had such high expectations. Mom never liked it, but I did. Your limitless ambition flows in my blood, flooding dreams of daring scope that never run dry. I was busy growing up waiting for the day to make you proud. But you started fading...