لوړ خیالونه او ژور فکرونه

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My letter is very long. I was so late that I hit him. He said, “It’s good, Dad, it’s too late today.”
Her arrival woke me up from this dream. I left the letter, got up, washed my face and hands, started shaving my beard. I looked at Handara, I thought about the letter, I laughed to my heart’s content. I said to myself, write a letter to someone for a dream whose address I don’t have, I don’t know about his condition, I don’t know if he will recognize me now, and I don’t know if he will now. Is it dead or alive?
I came back to my room after snoring. Nakhur had prepared breakfast for me. I ate it and then called my grandson as usual.

Grandson said to me: – Dad made me a paper boat.

I looked around for the paper. The short paper was the same on which I wrote to you. I took out the paper and while I was laughing at my letter, I made a ship from the page of the letter. My grandson grabbed a paper boat and ran outside. Shiba came back after half a while, his lips and eyes were full of happiness, he said to me:
– I put the boat in the water, took the water, went to another place.

He enjoyed this very much. My heart had another trick and I decided to come and see where the ship has gone. I picked up Amsa. I went out. I stopped at the river. I saw the boat sailing. Later, he put a stick in the river. The moment went back and forth. Once it turned to one side, straightened again and then disappeared from my sight. Her refuge brought peace to the child’s heart. Like someone who entrusts a trust to someone or stores something for a time and becomes sure of it.

I don’t know where this certainty comes from. What are we hoping for? Where are we going? It is now late afternoon. The doctor advised me to rest as much as possible and sleep in the afternoon, but today I am awake. I am still writing to you. I don’t think about losing or getting cold. I don’t feel sad that I or anyone else will put it in the trash. A vague but strong hope tells me that at another time, in another place, he will read my letter. Why is that? what do you say

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