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I spotted Baba on our rooftop； clapping； beaming。
I looked down at Sohrab。 One corner of his mouth had curled up just so。
A smile。
Lopsided。
Hardly there。
But there。
Behind us； kids were scampering； and a melee of screaming kite runners was chasing the loose kite drifting high above the trees。 I blinked and the smile was gone。 But it had been there。 I had seen it。
Do you want me to run that kite for you？
His Adam s apple rose and fell as he swallowed。 The wind lifted his hair。 I thought I saw him nod。
For you； a thousand times over； I heard myself say。
Then I turned and ran。
It was only a smile； nothing more。 It didn t make everything all right。 It didn t make anything all right。 Only a smile。 A tiny thing。 A leaf in the woods； shaking in the wake of a startled bird s flight。
But I ll take it。 With open arms。 Because when spring es； it melts the snow one flake at a time； and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting。
I ran。 A grown man running with a swarm of screaming children。 But I didn t care。 I ran with the wind blowing in my face； and a smile as wide as the Valley of Panjsher on my lips。
I ran。