أيعقل أن يوقظ الشوق قلبًا أنهكه السهر، فيمد يده من غياهب النوم ليجر صاحبه إلى صحوةٍ مُثقلة بالأنين؟ إنه الشوق… نار تُشعل الجوف حتى يخاله صاحبها رمادًا متطايرًا، وضيقٌ يقبض الصدر كأن الهواء قد هجره.
I enjoy seeing him happy, laughing, and hearing that tone in his voice that reassures me he’s okay.
I love seeing him joke around with us, making us feel like nothing is bothering him. It makes me feel comfortable and safe.
I love the moments when my dad and I sit and talk about what happens at his work, what he accomplishes in his day, the pressures he faces, or subtle comments from others. I love hearing how he confidently handles these situations without letting them affect him.