I had to mark today the best way I knew how, with sushi.
Sushi without him seems so wrong, and it was so painful, and I just wanted him to walk through the door and we could hug and kiss and I could show him to Zoya and watch her face light up.
But sushi was us. It was how we celebrated. So to celebrate God answering a prayer today for a sign and provisions, I had sushi.
And I just want him back.

About Camila

Based in Atlanta, but from the mountains of North Carolina. New widow of a man from Iran. Mother of one precious girl. Anti-human trafficking expert. Sister to 16 siblings (Yes, some of are adopted). Daughter of God.

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