I Don’t Know My Own Dead
My Own Like Dead

Would this put you off - like the dead girl you buried - she was your soul. I know this like I know my own soul and I suppose yours. Like I know the love that comes out of you whether you know it or not - it’s hard to know. 
 

Would this put you off to know what you already know that she had been killed many times - and left for dead by the side of the road - this was after you were born. Before she was taken to Iran. Away from me. You said as we passed the cemetery that we should not talk so loud because we don’t want to wake the dead. Did you know that it was her -  your mother that you were afraid to wake. That she was not sleeping but truly dead the only way one can ever be truly dead. Dead and buried in ones soul. She’s coming back now after being gone for so long that even you got asthma. You were a child - 2 years old - that was when her sister was born - the one that saved her so many times. She is saving her own life now. She is your Aunt. She is beloved. You love her. She will teach you how. Your mother was her beloved sister. She stood beside your mother until now she can stand on her own. Your mother saved her life many times. And so did she save your mother many times.