خاطرات

.دوست دارم ساعتها در گوشه‌ای نشسته و با خاطرات خود با شادی خلوت کنم

... کاش میشد با خاطرات به گذشته بازگشت و سرنوشت را از سر نوشت و تلخی‌ را به شیرینی‌ تبدیل کرد. کاشکی‌

Cousin to the Rescue..

Long before I had my own children, when I was ten, my youngest aunt gave birth to an adorable baby girl. I fell in love with Mariam from the moment I laid eyes on her at the hospital. I never loved another baby so intensely until I had my own babies. I remember I used to get upset with my mom if I learned she had gone to my aunt's house while I was at school because I was jealous of her getting to see Mariam without me. My love for Mariam grew over the years even after I left Iran when she was seven years old. On a few occasions, I did babysitting for her and her younger brother when their parents had to go to a party and their nanny had the night off. I remember  we used to dance and slide down the parquet floor to the Sound of Music, Sleeping Beauty, or some other famous piece of music, with Mariam and Mani following my lead while giggling and laughing at my moves!  Later on, in my last year in Iran when I was a senior in high-school, I used to take Mariam with me to movies and all my close friends adored my cute, polite and stylish little cousin.