Dr Dara was waiting for them at their office when they arrived, she was being careful with each step she took, forcing herself not to look at the room she stayed only a few months ago. Where their happiness started and all that love bloomed more beautiful than it was. She was fighting herself not to cry and while she sat on the chair as she answered the doctor's questions patiently, she figured how short life was. And how funny and scary it was.
He was dead, but nothing stopped. Instead, his twin brother was the one that brought her to the hospital so they could check and see if she was fine. Her health mattered, no one spoke about him, just prayed for him as everyone waited for his or her time. How funny life was. And to say we all carried it on top of our heads to please the creations o
