The year ended... And my mother was often repeating, "Dear... You better go peruse your study in Casa, you know the level of study is much interesting."
Well, she was saying it in a way as if she was saying, "do it". So after few months, I went to Casa. My grandma was so happy, she felt so lonely. And now she'll have my company.
After Ten Years...
Today is my graduation, I got my master's degree. I decided to went back to Rabat... There I'll study to get my doctorate.
My mother was ill. When I went there, I took her to the university hospital. She had breast cancer. And she needed someone to look after chemotherapy.