What makes you smile so much when you speak of him? Didn’t he leave you? No, not entirely. We still share the same roof, though the rooms are different now. He’s in the one next door- called the past- and I am here, with you, in the present. But that doesn’t mean he’s gone. He lingers, as the past always does, a quiet tenant in the house of memory. Sometime I even hear him laugh, and feel the radiating warmth of his heart. We will share a home. Ali Haider Majid