Going out with my mom pushing me in that light blue baby's pushchair, he jumps out of his seat next to our building's entrance, smiles at me and then helps mom to land with me safety on the ground. After those hefty few minutes with him holding the pushchair down the stairs, he throws a nice compliment and his lost teeth show, and as a kid, I giggle. Growing up and going to school at 7 am, I'd still find him sitting there next to our building's entrance with his legs crossed and his face thinner. He says "Salamo Alikom ya Daktora Reem" , and I reply back " Wa Alkaykom Al Salam" and smile. Nothing special, I walk away. Sitting with dad in the car, he rushes to clean the front glass and I see him breathing harder as his arms move tiredly. He smiles at us from behind the glass, dad and I smile back. Nothing special, we drive away. I grow a tad older, I run to school every morning without noticing if he's there or not, every day I pass