I'm grateful to have you.

You watched her, from the corner of your eye, how that little girl stood next to her mother, looking sheltered and at peace.

The way her eyes were closed, seeing no distance between her mother and herself. How you saw the adoration on her mothers face as the little girl began to mumble Arabic words… words with meaning. Just then when you were about to look away you saw, as the little girl brought her hands up to her chest, one of her tiny hands held her mothers.

And you were grateful, for everything.