I still remember
It was a warm early summer morning, I ran down the stairs looking for my father, he agreed to take me with him to his working place finally. I was 10, my brothers could not possibly dream of having the offer I had that day. To go and see the legendry place where our great father spent his days away from us; that was grand. He used to bring back with him some papers that he could not finish at work and my older brother, Ali, would sort them out and do some simple calculations. I remember sitting by his side eyes wide open with excitement eager to do even the tiniest thing, but he would not allow me to have the honor of helping our father. When I got bored I used, as always, to go to the kitchen and annoy my dear mother. Of course I complained about Ali and his doings all the time, but to take all the credit in helping father? This time my sadness and complaints were genuine. It was right after that day when my father came, smiling, with the offer.
My father was al