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AidaAidaShe awoke early, dressing quietly before stepping outside into the warm morning air. Springtime in Georgia is her favorite season. The pervasive scent is floral, and the humidity has not yet struck. She wears her typical lightweight long skirt, long sleeved lightweight shirt and light blue hijab. On her feet are her favorite pair of ornate, black and gold sandals. She even took the time to paint her toenails last night, the color a cool mint green that Lejla had offered to her, apparently the hottest color of the season, as her granddaughter explained. Aida looks down at her feet, wiggling her toes. The freedom she feels with exposed feet is indescribable.
Today is not a joyous day. It is not one that brings her any happiness, although it does invoke a deeply rooted
