Half of life is female, and half is male, and because life does not leave before it takes, and always leaves us panting towards a puzzle called (love), that multi-colored value that lies within our chests, the most violent of the impossible, I could not (Walid) and he came out, he is nine years old, the skill that the little girl (Raghad) who reached their home after his uncle left for another house, will grow up and shine in her upcoming life, and that little girl who did not complete her second year did not know that another life awaited her, with all its joy, pain, war, separation and meeting. The two children wrote down their dreams and hid them in a safe deposit box (When I grow up, will I get married…???). They agreed not to open the new grandchild… and when they became young men, they read them together.