Three generations of Yemeni women nestled between books that my late grandma, Mama Sayida, had wished she could read.
Her photo reminds me to be thankful for the magic-like ability to read.
Every time I flip a page I feel her presence.
Every time I turn a new page I am grateful.
Sometimes I imagine reading to her, and then I see her smile and hear her laugh.
I miss you, Mama Sayida. May you rest in peace.