“She bore an uncanny resemblance to my mother, but the same beauty bloomed differently in each of them. My mother’s fairness was exquisite and untouchable, roaming alone in an abandoned castle. Khalto Bahiyas’ beauty took you in immediately. Hers was easy and disclosed hordes of laughter stolen from wherever it could be found. Gravity, sun, and time has scrawled on their faces the travails of hard work, childbirth, and destitution.”
