كان موعد الطفل في أيّ يوم: السرير مركّب، والثياب الصغيرة مغسولة، وماما تتحرّك ببطءٍ ويدها على ظهرها. وكانت مشاعر مَجْد مختلطة: في بعض اللحظات لا يطيق الانتظار، وفي أخرى يتساءل هل سيبقى لأحدٍ وقتٌ له. وفي ذلك المساء، بعد الحمّام، دخل ماما وبابا غرفته معاً يحملان علبةً صغيرةً ملفوفةً بورقٍ عليه قطارات.
The baby was due any day. The cot was built, the tiny clothes were washed, and Mama moved slowly, one hand on her back. Majd had mixed feelings about all of it. Some moments he couldn't wait. Other moments he wondered whether anyone would still have time for him. That evening, after his bath, Mama and Baba came into his room together, carrying a small box wrapped in paper with trains on it.