When I was born, back in 1970, it was just me, mom and dad. My mom stayed at home and my dad worked at the Keyhan as a journalist. Everything was pretty normal...
5 years after my birth, my dad was taken to prison because of the articles he wrote in the Keyhan. Then it was just me and my mom.
I had to grow up at a young age because I had to help my mom since there were only the two of us at home. However, I am not complaining because at the age of 7 I learned how to make the most delicious dizi.
My father was a very intelligent man, so I wanted to be just like him. I never missed a day at school. I loved school because I was able to escape reality and feel like a normal kid for a few hours a day.
Occasionally, mom would take me to visit dad at prison. I showed him projects I had made and shared with him every exciting thing I had learned that day. During the visits, mom would only stay back and smile...
When we were not able to visit dad, I would write him letters and I would always tell him that I missed him.
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