Dear Asmaa,
I can't believe I finally got your email. Qadu found me while packing some of your stuff to be moved to your sister’s house. I'm sure you know they are planning to sell the old place, but they have been talking about it for so long, I doubt they will actually go through with it. They might renovate it and rent it.
I'm still wearing my pink pajamas, or shall I say grey? They definitely need to be washed. Dust doesn’t smell like baby powder. I miss my bubble bath, but I don't miss being combed so many times a day. It made my hair frizzy. I still remember the day you gave me a hair cut thinking that the frizz will disappear! The good news is that I don’t need a diaper change! It must have been all the water you used to give me in that bottle! Are you still sewing little dresses every Eid the way you used to? You must be in your forties now, what kind of toys do forty year olds play with?
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