“Hello, yes grandma. Yeah, I am okay.” “Mr. Sebian, Mr. Sebian, come see, the boys are being bad again and disturbing the class.” A little girl came and started tugging at my shirt. “I am coming. Okay grandma I’ll call you later. Reception is pretty bad here so don’t worry if I don’t pick up at times.” I cut the call and followed the girl. I reached inside the mud walled room. “Boys, I heard that you are disturbing the class again” I tried to sound stern. “No, Mr. Sebian we weren’t.” I couldn’t help but smile at his straight faced lie. This was the dream Alin wanted to live. Teach the kids who were not very fortunate so that they can make the right choices and make their own paths. I am living her dream now.

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It’s already six years now that I have lost her. After her death I was broken and didn’t know what to do but she was right, I was not alone. Everybody came along, my friends, my family and her family and made me realize that I was never different than her. I realized that I wanted to pursue this dream of her. She has never left me. She stays in my heart as the beat, always and forever.