A short story by Laura Frances Zaki
The strange days were over or so she chose to believe. They came back to her in pieces, bits of memories here and there. Her dreams were so real and vivid she almost believed she was back then again. Back home with her family. Traveling again to Egypt and Italy as she had always done.
She was in a café in Milano just four years ago eating a pizza margherita. Post divorce she had gone to Italy to try to forget. After thirty years together how does one just forget? If anything could make her happy it would be Italy.
It was time for new memories she thought as she turned to look at her son lying asleep in bed. She promised herself she wouldn't cry in the daytime, he deserved a fun vacation. It wasn't easy when your parents divorced in middle school. Her older son hadn't taken it very hard but he wasn't the emotional type. Yes, she would eat pizza in Milano and pesto Genovese in the Cinque Terre during the day and cry herself silently to sleep at night.
|New York City|
They were always very different from the first day they met. True they came from different worlds. He was from a modest family in Cairo and had come to the US to study ancient languages in New York City. The son of a tailor with ambitions to do more. She was from a middle class family in New Jersey. She was in graduate school in New York studying international politics and was fascinated by the Middle East. It was exotic she thought and just foreign enough to be intriguing. And so was he!
He was charming. She told him her mother had always wanted to visit Egypt and see the pyramids. He joked and laughed easily. He said "here is my number give me a call and I don't want to be disappointed". That line worked with her and she called him. Their first date was ice cream and a walk over the Brooklyn bridge. From then on it was a whirlwind.
|Agriturismo in Piedmont Italy|