Baba, You’re a stubborn man. You are dying, and you won’t accept treatment, and you continue to smoke cigarettes. You are a stubborn, stubborn man. I am writing this letter to you, even though you may never read it. When you pass away, I will put this note with you. You might read it when you’re dead, but I will never know. I am twenty-two years old, and nine years ago, I caused us to lose Ali and Hassan. I put the money and my watch under Hassan’s mattress, and he covered for me. I have one reason, and it probably won’t make sense to you. I watched Hassan get raped. It was after the kite fighting, December of 1975. Hassan ran to get my blue kite, my pride. It took him longer than usual, and I looked for him. He was in an alley with Assef