A Walk Through Time

Do you remember the summers we spent here when you were a child,

Zahra? I remember the smell of the pines and the way the light

danced. Time flows like this path, sometimes hidden, but always moving

forward. You have grown so much, yet I still see that little

girl. And I still see the hero who taught me to walk this

forest. Walk with me a little longer. The light is perfect today.