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The Last Friday

Son phoned me after finishing his case to tell me to get IB (grandson) ready for going to the mosque for Friday Zuhr Prayers. Today is Friday, and IB is on the last leg of his time with us. We only have one other day left. His older brothers hardly goes to the mosque, except for Eid days, so maybe this is the last Friday he goes to the mosque.

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I wish his mother let him come to us for a longer period next year. That will be a dream come true.

We will be missing him like crazy once he goes back to Houston. Our home will feel empty without his dear presence. Who is going to raid the freezer for ice cream, ask me to make waffles first thing in the mornings, and tempt me too into eating?