The Lesson I Wish I Never Had to Learn About Motherhood
When I escaped from the Taliban and came to the U.S., I became my sister’s legal guardian at age 21. But I still need my mom.
Dear Mom,
It is 2 a.m. I am sitting up awake in the quiet hell of night, worrying about my sister and wishing you were here. I don’t know when this everlasting winter will end. It is hard to keep our ground-floor apartment warm with its high ceilings. I am writing to you from our dining table, where we have never feasted, thousands of miles away from you. It is one of those cursed nights when I can’t sleep. The traffic of my thoughts and left Kabul behind. Maybe since I left you behind.
