I put the key in the lock. We enter. I looked everywhere, at the end headed to the kitchen, I prepared the food. Chicken and vegetables. While she was cutting the potatoes, Isaac appeared.

“I need a photo of dad, I want to paint him before I see him in person, to give him the painting when I meet him”

"I don't have a picture of you, Isaac" I pursed my lips. Why don't you ask him in person? You don't have to tell him why, then another day you give it to him, do you think?

“No, I don't think so, but it's a good idea, now I'm going to ask you to take a picture of us all as a family” He resolved, turning to leave.

Breathe deeply.

When the food was ready, I called him for lunch. We ate in silence, he helped me wash the dishes. The doorbell rang, I asked him to open it. It was surely Aaron, he told me he was coming.

Anyway, I followed Isaac, holding a drying plate.

"Mr. Al-Murabarak!" He shouted euphorically when he opened the door, finding Ismail.

My heart stopped.

“Mother! Can you believe