I was 7 when I experienced my very first heartbreak. Yet I was too young back then to realize what that was. You picked me up from school; I sat on the passenger’s seat of your taxi. As we drove home, you announced the departure date of your flight to Riyadh. I was stunned. It felt like cold water being poured over me. I struggled to fight back the tears and somehow succeeded. But still I didn’t have any other choice but to understand and patiently wait for you to come home again.
