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358              Khaled Hosseini


              “Never mind.” I kissed her ear.
              After, she knelt to eye level with Sohrab. She took his hand
          and smiled at him. “Salaam, Sohrab jan, I’m your Khala Soraya.
          We’ve all been waiting for you.”
              Looking at her smiling at Sohrab, her eyes tearing over a little,
          I had a glimpse of the mother she might have been, had her own
          womb not betrayed her.
              Sohrab shifted on his feet and looked away.


          Soraya had turned the study upstairs into a bedroom
          for Sohrab. She led him in and he sat on the edge of the bed. The
          sheets showed brightly colored kites flying in indigo blue skies.
          She had made inscriptions on the wall by the closet, feet and
          inches to measure a child’s growing height. At the foot of the bed,
          I saw a wicker basket stuffed with books, a locomotive, a water-
          color set.
              Sohrab was wearing the plain white T-shirt and new denims I
          had bought him in Islamabad just before we’d left—the shirt hung
          loosely over his bony, slumping shoulders. The color still hadn’t
          seeped back into his face, save for the halo of dark circles around
          his eyes. He was looking at us now in the impassive way he looked
          at the plates of boiled rice the hospital orderly placed before him.
              Soraya asked if he liked his room and I noticed that she was
          trying to avoid looking at his wrists and that her eyes kept swaying
          back to those jagged pink lines. Sohrab lowered his head. Hid his
          hands under his thighs and said nothing. Then he simply lay his
          head on the pillow. Less than five minutes later, Soraya and I
          watching from the doorway, he was snoring.
              We went to bed, and Soraya fell asleep with her head on my
          chest. In the darkness of our room, I lay awake, an insomniac
          once more. Awake. And alone with demons of my own.
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