I wasn't waiting in vain

When I was little, probably about 4 or 5, I would sit outside in the front yard of our house in Jabal Amman, without a single toy, waiting for what seemed like hours for my dad to come home from work. I wouldn't budge from my spot in case he came and I wasn't there to greet him. That was the highlight of my day. I would bombard him with questions and be so excited to see him, like he'd been gone for weeks...

When we're small, we're untarnished by the cruelty of this world, and we want nothing but to give love and show love :-)