“I’m still talented. I can find a new job.”
“You’re so good in jewelry designing. Even the six necklaces that you designed for our daughters and the three nice bracelet sets are so beautiful. The way you put the diamonds in plastic chains...”
“Dental implant, the simplest,” she interrupted. “It was the job that I least enjoyed doing. My hands were trembling. The thought that we were escaping Iran with the girls wearing necklaces and bracelets set with diamonds, never stopped bothering me. But, I knew that the plastic chains were the safest way to smuggle the jewels without arousing suspicions that those were real diamonds.”
There was silence.
Sherry got up and opened the window. A light flow of wind dashed over her, trying to mend the people who were sleeping in the small and suffocating room. The lucid night air of far off places brought an aroma to the five human beings who met the first agony of their lives. Sherry enjoyed the caress of the wind. The sky was radiated with the light of the stars—dots of light in a dark wilderness. One star fell, and she closed her eyes and asked a silent night wish: that Esther would find peace in this place. She had so much to wish for, but she found herself asking for peace for Esther.
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