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November 16, 2005
Barefoot fall
Good morning Mr. Pelt, your mission, if you choose to accept is to spend another mundane, ordinary day at the office, with nothing to do. Though this mission seems to be harmless, it would have more mental stress on your mind than you expect. After the mission is accomplish, you will be observed by our psychiatrist in our agency.
Last night, laying down between my beauties, with both of them in my arms, sound sleep, my mind was drifting to my years at Shariar high school, and Iraj, my first man crush, and the friend I have lost for so many years. In my head I could see his image, the way he laughed, or his thick long black hair that used to cover half of his face. It was nice that I could still remember him. This past summer I used all I remembered of him to depict the physical, and some personal attributes of my main character Malcolm in my book. In many conversations that I had with Dr, B about the book, she asked me, if Choob, is Cyrus, are you Malcolm ? I hesitated for a moment, then I said yes. I didn't have the chance to tell her that Malcolm is partly me, but more of composite of many people I know. The only pure character in the book, which is exactly depicted from all I know of my friend Cyrus, is Choob. And of course what I know of him , is what I remember, since I haven't seen him for over twenty five years, and I am sure he has changed too.
I have so many ideas in my head these days about what to write, that it could drive a normal person crazy. I have never been accused of being normal, so I put up with them, and let them simmer in the back of my head. I need to, and want to, so badly to go back and write another story, but I have promised Marian, that I finish this one before I start the next one.
Many a times, Marjan and I sit down and talk about our kids. It is funny for the ones who have kids know that, you look at them once in a while and wonder: How could I be his/ or her father. There is a sense of wonder in it, a sense of pride, and bewilder ment. How was that I was trusted by bringing this child to the world, and then raise him/her. You always are insecure if you are rasing them right, since there is no manuals for parents, and you have to improvise many a time. But you try to trust your instinct, and go along. All together, it is a magical and very scary feeling.
Lat night with sitting in our family room with our kids, we were watching a commercial with a very cute kid. I told Marjan, my love I think we need to have one of those Cutie again. The kids objected. so did Marian. "the only way we have another kid is to adopt one," Marjan said. "that's not a bad idea," I answered. "you are crazy," Marian said. and that was the end of the discussion. But I still am thinking about it.
Posted by Idinraha at November 16, 2005 02:22 PM
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how about adopting me? I am still a kid
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at November 17, 2005 11:43 AM