Mama, the boy is exactly like me!
Joseph said
And he suddenly tightens Eddie.
And a bus to a strange boy on the street.
The word counted normal.
Just my sense then?
It was like a stick ضړبني in my chest.
My name is Reem.
My son Joseph has five years.
And from one day I was born.
In need of Guaya.
My age’s need is what I told him.
My birth was very difficult.
The doctors said I was pregnant with twins.
Just one of them.
What time of birth.
And from her watch.
The truth buried de Goa my heart.
Joseph is old. What he knew.
And he didn’t have to know.
A little kid dressed.
I’m not holding ۏجع this uniform.
As for that
I put all my love in it.
It’s like the two.
We usually had to love her.
Every Friday.
Nerouh Geneina is close to our house in Nasr City
We walk, laugh.
We’re having a moment of quiet.
But today, this is
Macanesh is normal.
Today’s this.
Change every need.
Youssef Shawar on a young boy
A rule on the swing with his mother.
He said in a strangely confident voice.
Mama is with me in your belly.
Then
Freeze.
The amateur stood in my chest.
And I felt that my heart had fallen.
I smacked the boy.
Old demolition.
Cut
And it’s very simple.
But what froze the ډم in my veins
Macanesh is in his condition.
It was a witch.
Same curly brown hair.
The same drawing of eyebrows
The same shape of climate
Even the same movement.
For focusing, he bites his lips from underneath.
And on his beat
A little sign.
The same sign of Joseph
Exactly.
I felt the ground shake under my feet.
The doctors were sure.
The second child
Joseph’s twin
What ټ.
Izai stays?
How are the two like some of this shape?!
Joseph said persistently.
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