My mother married for love.
No.
strike that.
My mother married for laughter.
Yes,
Laughter.
She married for laughter. And life was funny. Very funny.
It was whimsical, light, and there was always something to
laugh about.
Even through the toughest times, picture: air raids, loss
of land, and a rising revolution at your doorstep. The scariest of moments: forced to leave your home, entering a foreign city with $250 to your name. Yet, there
was always laughter, which meant there was always joy. To a young girl, who did not understand the
realities of the adult world- there was only joy, love, and harmony.
We crossed the desert border at night, us three, in a
Volkswagen van.
I was comforted by the love always glowing in his eyes. And
of course, the laughter.
I kept a lock of your hair, Dad.
A piece of you has defied death.
Now,
cue the laughter.
