The waves crashed against the shore, a rhythmic sound echoing within me. Rami and I stood side-by-side gazing out at the sea.
We’d just left my mother’s old aunt, a woman who held the missing pieces of my past. The meeting had been difficult, but necessary.
“Are you okay?” Rami’s voice was gentle, a warm blanket against the chill of the sea breeze.
“I’m fine,” I replied, trying to force a smile. “I will be. Eventually.” The truth was, the encounter had stirred up a whirlwind of emotions. But now, finally, I knew what had happened, what had led my life to this point. And strangely, that knowledge, though painful, was also freeing.
“Now that I remember my past, now that I know what happened and what led me to who I'm today, I can move on. I can finally let go of the past. I know t
