It seemed like God had listened to her after years. At first I acted like my other teenage cousins. We would go out to play and have fun, but every time I came home, she would call my "Hamed Jan Mara Yak Mach Az Peshanit" (Dear Hamed, give me a kiss on the forehead). But since she was old she forgot about it and kept asking me for a kiss every hour, but I said "You kissed me once Bebe Jan (Grandma)". She would smile at me and say, “Okay, give me another one.” She didn't have a nurse on night shift so my mom slept with her to help her with her needs like giving her water, bread, etc.; one night my mother asked me to help her and sleep with my grandmother. It was midnight and she called me and said “Hamed I want to settle down, help me”, so I woke up and said “Ugh! It's okay." I helped her, gave her a glass of water and told her to go to sleep as it was midnight. When she answered she said: "Sorry son, for me it's night 24 hours a day, how could I know that it is night". I felt embarrassed and told her that it is midnight and everyone is sleeping at this time so we must sleep too, but since she slept all day she said that she was not sleepy at all. So I told her : let's talk about it, maybe you get sleepy and go to sleep after all, and I started asking her questions about what she did for fun when she was young This conversation became quite interesting for me, we talked all night until I went to school. This was my first