In The Morning
Me, sitting on the balcony listening to the murmur of the cars rolling by one by one on the cobblestones below. The morning mist made way to a clear afternoon sky and the cat is sleeping on my toes. I can feel its body heat. Each of its slow breaths. My heart broke first. Then my world collapsed piece by piece, starting on the day we lost our daughter.
Drawing by Halim Madi.