THIRTEEN
I made certain promises, and I assigned them numbers. If it isn’t drawn or written in ink, I can’t focus, and the nagging worry in my heart keeps me anxious until I cave in and devise a plan.
The first task was the toughest, and carried many consequences, but I wasn’t sure for whom. Losing Faizan, the attack at the subway station, the ultrasound afterward—they all were collectively responsible for that decision. My world was not mine anymore and was soon to be inhabited by another human being, helpless, disabled, and totally dependent. His comfort came first of all. My decision to let go of an integral part of my life would only offer him one less chance of being singled out. That resolution would also offer him an opportunity to mingle and fit in better. I was certain there wou
