SHE RETURNS FROM THE UNITED STATES AFTER 8 YEARS AND DISCOVERS HER SICK MOTHER LIVING IN AN ABANDONED HOUSE.

Her cheeks were hollow. Her arms were frail. Her skin carried the gray exhaustion of someone who had been sick too long without care.

But her eyes recognized her daughter.

“Sakina?” she whispered.

Sakina fell to her knees.

“Mama, it’s me. I came back.”

Her mother tried to smile.

“You came?”

Sakina took her cold hand and began to cry.

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