عاد بابا متأخّراً أكثر من المعتاد. كان مَجْد قد استحمّ ولبس ثياب النوم، يبني حلقةً من السكك على سجّادة غرفة الجلوس، حين فُتح الباب. دخل بابا ببطء، ووضع حقيبته، وغاص في الكرسيّ من دون أن يخلع معطفه، وقال: «مرحباً يا بطل»، لكنّ صوته كان خافتاً وعيناه نصف مغمضتين. كان مَجْد على وشك أن يطلب منه اللعب بالقطار، لكنّه راقبه لحظةً وخطرت له فكرةٌ أفضل.
Baba got home much later than usual. Majd was already bathed and in pyjamas, building a loop of track on the living-room rug, when the front door opened. Baba came in slowly, put down his bag and sank into the armchair without even taking off his coat. "Hello, champ," he said, but his voice was flat and his eyes were half closed. Majd had been about to ask him to play trains. Instead he watched him for a moment and had a better idea.