The kids.

The kids have been a source of light through a time of darkness, especially for my parents.

Aziz brings the joy of seeing a new life discovered with many smiles. In his tiny high-pitched voice he still says 'Hi' with a big grin and waves whenever approaching Nani's room where she spent much of her last weeks.

Zoya amazes us with her compassion and understanding. She is 4 years old but we have been honest with her about the illness and death. While my mother was alive, Zoya would tell her stories and speak to her with a surprising gentleness - even when my mother was unable to speak back. She would help with her shoes and hold her hand. She'd say "Nani you must stay hydrated and take your meds" then report a status back to my father. She always wanted to help. She understands that Nani is no longer physically with us but continues to show her love. She waters the flowers at the grave and asks Nani, buried underneath, how much water is okay. She wears yellow to school because "it is Nani's favorite color". She looks up at the sky and talks to Nani "somewhere in the universe". She paints pictures for Nani. She tells my father it will be okay. I hope her heart continues to grow.

Don't underestimate children - give them the respect and love they deserve and see them thrive.