One more trip to the airport, one more long wait, one more last wave.
Hannah watches the plane prepare for take-off.
Today he should be back in Tikrit, and we are all back to our usual routine, although someone is missing in the circle of our days, and there is a hole in our hearts.
I have heard that the heart can repair itself, and I will believe it is true in June when his unit returns.
Hannah is looking so grown up. Not much like a baby anymore.
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