it was warm in the afternoon . the grandmother was splashing out the courtyard , and her grandfather 's grandfather looked with scissors . i sat on a step and followed the clouds . i was hungry . my soul tingled . i wanted something to save me from the comfort of the warm summer days . something to awaken in me the desire of a day . nothing . nothing that could link me to time . i read the poem sohrab with me , " o god always , take me to the extent of the formation of leaves . " and my eyes were wet . my grandmother turned my eyes on grampa and looked at me again . he said something to my grandfather . i knew what he said about me . they always said that i knew my name . i laughed . granma burst out laughing . thinking hard . when ? i wish someone was , he said

it was warm in the afternoon . the grandmother was splashing out the courtyard , and her grandfather 's grandfather looked with scissors . i sat on a step and followed the clouds . i was hungry . my soul tingled . i wanted something to save me from the comfort of the warm summer days . something to awaken in me the desire of a day . nothing . nothing that could link me to time . i read the poem sohrab with me , " o god always , take me to the extent of the formation of leaves . " and my eyes were wet . my grandmother turned my eyes on grampa and looked at me again . he said something to my grandfather . i knew what he said about me . they always said that i knew my name . i laughed . granma burst out laughing . thinking hard . when ? i wish someone was , he said