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Closing the door behind her, Zynah let loose the tears she had been suppressing while in Hafsa's room. Even at such a tender age, he seemed to be aware of what she had done to him. She wondered what she had to do to make him accept her. She had asked Ramlah about his favorite things, and had been doing it to get him to like her, but her efforts seemed futile.

Zynah didn't return to her room. Instead, she returned to Adnan's. She wanted to feel his presence.

Stepping into the room, she began to go through his stuff - his clothes, toys and even his books. A sad smile crept up her lips as she saw his drawings. It practically didn't make any sense, but for a boy his age, he actually made a good effort. She was supposed to be the first person to teach him how to hold a pen. But she wasn't. She wasn't even there when he said his first word. She wasn't there when he took his first steps either.

There and then, Zynah realized just how much she had missed out on her son's life. But i