“It’s just hard,” I said. “Everyone knows everyone. And everyone speaks Farsi. And everyone knows the dances. And I... ”... “Darioush.” Sohrab bumped my shoulder again. “No one wants me here.” “Everyone wants you here. We have a saying in Farsi. It translates to ‘your place was empty’. We say it when we miss somebody.” I sniffed. “Your place was empty before. But this is your family. You belong here.”
