In the uppermost corner of the drawer where my mother kept her clothes and some some towels, I found this journal. I'd heard about it and maybe had even seen it, but never looked at the contents. It was hers and she guarded it. She could not read Armenian, but knew the stories and would always tell me,
The question we will be asked, said Father Vazken, is this -- "What have you done with the gifts I gave you?" The greatest gift given to me is my family. My parents, brother and aunt are gone, but their stories remain. Like beauty in the eye of the beholder, the stories people tell hold their truth. I want my son to know the giants he comes from, and in the end, I want to say that I remembered and that I tried to share.
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