Negah kicked and hit. “Do it as much as you want; you can even scream!” Ibrahim said loudly. Negah started to scream. Ibrahim approached her and wanted to hug her. Negah kicked and hit him. Her small fist punched Ibrahim’s face. Ibrahim finally managed to calm her down in his arms. “From tomorrow on, you will be staying with your mom. Did you get it? Your mom is going to take care of you well. She knows how to cook a lot of yummy dishes. She loves you to the moon and back. Give your word to me to be a good girl.” He whispered into her ear. Negah just breathes. “Make a pinky promise?” Ibrahim asked her. Negah stuck her lips in Ibrahim’s hair. He dressed Negah in her red overcoat. Took out the white shoes from the closet. The shoes were new. “We had bought it for the New Year holidays, but it doesn’t matter. Isn’t it lady Negah? Papa’s princess wants to visit her lovely mom” Ibrahim said. Ibrahim eyed her new shoes and took a head-to-toe look on her while saying: “how beautiful you are!” His eyes filled with tears. “Papa has become like Negah, he burst into tears without any reason” she said while she was playing with her overcoat’s button. She was clutching her inseparable doll and while sitting in the back seat the pleasant heat of the car heater made her sleep slowly. Ibrahim parked the car in front of the house. Took the cellphone out of his pocket. Sounds like he is hesitant. Looked at her daughter through the mirror. Dialed the numbers. I am there, in front of the door. Again looked at Negah through the mirror. She was clutching her doll. When he heard the door’s sound, he looked at Shahriar’s house and spotted Ghazaleh. She was wearing a hat and there wasn’t any eyewear on her face. She was taking trembling footstep toward the car. Ibrahim stood up and opened the door for her. Ghazaleh sat beside Ibrahim.Ghazaleh looked at the back seat and glimpsed the kid and hesitantly said: Thank you. “She is your own daughter. Why are you thanking me?” said Ibrahim. Ghazaleh said embarrassingly: “I am really sorry for yesterday.” Ibrahim said: “It was true, all of it. It doesn’t matter how it is, sorrowing over that is pointless. Her medicines are in her bag. She still drinks her milk with her nursing bottle. Low fat. One in the morning and one before the bed. She adores painting on the wall and her green pencil is her favorite. This doll is more precious than the whole world for her. Do not try to take it from her. When you want to take her to the toilet or the bath don’t forget not to close the door. Whenever she was reluctant to eat, just cook rice and beans for her. She will eat all of it...”
