A Farwell Party
Part three
It's eight o'clock in the morning.It's
a new day in Mira's life.She woke up
early -as usual-.she
got her breakfast: milk and some juice
with some cake.she is getting ready to
leave.she got
dressed and rode her small car towards
her aunt's house.
Her aunt lives fifty kilometers far
from Paris.
In her way,Mira was thinking of her
life :before and after her father's
death.She would never forget
when she received a call from the
French embassy in Jordan.The consul
told her that her father
and her two brothers - Djihad and
Raiid -died in a street accident in their
way from Ezzarkaa to
Amman.
Her father is a Palestinian poet and
her mother is French.He met her in
France 35 years ago.He
was exiled by the Israeli government
because of his hostile opinions to the
Jewish settlement.
Her mother was great.She had
always been defending the Palestinian
rights,that was why her
father had respected her all his life.
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