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It was just a few minutes before spring arrived... sitting by Haft Seen and being filled with mixed emotions happiness, hope, nostalgia and bitter sadness...

I was thinking about you, I was thinking about how I used to look forward to coming to your house the day after Sale Tahvil, I was missing you...

I called you several time and no hope to hear your voice...

I was mad about how things turned between us and my *&%$ aunts; I was mad how they refused to bring you to Tehran before I left Iran; I was mad I only got to say goodbye on the phone; I was mad how they didn't bother answering my calls so I at least hear your voice...

Oh... how I miss you, how I miss your kind face, how I miss your warm hugs, how I miss your soft touch, how I miss hearing you say you missed me that you prayed for me that you looked forward seeing me...

Well I guess ... I'll see you the next life...

Rest in peace my sweet grandma