As I waved to my dad though the window, I could see a tear dripping off his eye as he waved back. It had been a long time since I last saw my dad after his long business visit to Dubai 5 weeks back. I had my PJ’s on and my excitement was exorbitant that I started jumping all over the place. As he opened the door he gave me a kiss on the cheek with a feeling of grief in his eyes. I had no idea what was happening so I ran to my grandma to ask her so I found her weeping in the room with my aunt alongside her mourning as well but at least trying to sooth her a little bit. I was totally confused and lost, what is happening? Did someone die? Did they figure out that my grandma has a disease or something? Those thoughts wouldn’t stop stalking my brain and eventually my curiosity forced me to ask what was happening. After a few minutes, a couple of my dad’s friends entered through the main door of our house and rushed towards my dad’s room making sure to lock the door. I could see the depressing look on their faces that showed the anguish and distress that they’re suffering right now and I wasn’t even able to ask what’s going on. After a few minutes, my dad’s best friend Sir Adib leaves the room and embraces me whispering to my ear “I want you to be strong Rami” and he enters the my dad’s room again. By then I realized I was the only one not acknowledged of what’s happening, after what Sir Adib said, I knew that something huge was going on. As I went to the living room, I could still hear my grandma mourning in the other room but didn’t dare to sooth her or talk to her because seeing her being in such misery tortured me. As I watched my sister play with her doll quietly, I knew that she was my only source of relief in this house; a 3 year old kid can actually make a difference. As I sat down pondering about any possible thing that might happen I thought that it could be something related to me, you know because everyon