It was as if God had listened to her after years. At first, I acted like my other teenage cousins. We would go out to play and have fun, but every time I came home, she would call me “Hamed Jan Mara Yak Mach Az Peshanit” (Dear Hamed, give me a kiss on your forehead). But since she was old, she forgot and kept asking me for a kiss every hour, but I said "You kissed me once Bebe Jan (Grandma)". She smiled at me and said, “It’s okay, give me one more.” She didn't have a night nurse so my mother slept with her to meet her needs like giving her water, bread, etc.; one night my mother asked me to help her and sleep with my grandmother. It was midnight and she called me and said “Hamed, I want to settle down, help me”, so I woke up and said “Uff! Okay". I helped her, gave her a glass of water and told her to go to sleep at midnight. In response, she said "Sorry son, it's dark for me 24 hours out of 24, how would I know it's night". I felt embarrassed and told her that it's midnight and everyone is sleeping right now, so we must be sleeping too, but like her was sleeping all day, she said she wasn't sleepy at all so I told her let's talk about it, maybe you're sleepy and you're going to sleep after all, and I started to. asking her about what she did for fun when she was young This conversation became very interesting to me, we talked all night until I went to school. my first