“Look,” said Tariq. They watched a hawk, gliding in circles above the village.
Did you ever bring Mammy up here?Laila asked. “Oh, many times. Before the boys were born. After too.”
Your mother, she used to be adventurous then, and... so alive. She was just about the liveliest, happiest person I'd ever met.
He smiled at the memory. “She had this laugh. I swear it's why I married her, Laila, for that laugh.”
“It bulldozed you. You stood no chance against it.”
A wave of affection overcame Laila. From then on, she would always remember Babi this way: reminiscing about Mammy,
with his elbows on the rock, hands cupping his chin, his hair ruffled by the wind, eyes crinkled against the sun.
“I'm going to look at some of those caves,” Tariq said. “Be careful,” said Babi. “I will, Kakajan,” Tariq's voice echoed back.
Laila watched a trio of men far below, talking near a cow tethered to a fence.
Around them, the trees had started to turn, ochre and orange, scarlet red.
“I miss the boys too, you know,” Babi said. His eyes had welled up a tad. His chin was trembling.
“I may not... With your mother, both her joy and sadness are extreme. She can't hide either. She never could.”
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