They fell into each other's arms. Held on as if to the face of a cliff. When Haaji loosened his grip on her, took his face out of the safe womb of her hair, he looked into her eyes. They were colorless black holes which bled rivers of tears.

"Why are you crying?" he asked her. "I'm the one who should be angry but I'm just so happy you're home."

"Haaji, I love you," she said.

"I know that."

"I'll always love you." She cried harder.