My wife Ragia reminds me of the family's first Halloween without me. In 2002 I was in Bahrain for work, and my wife, still new to the US, did not know how to get to the good trick-or-treating neighborhoods in Hillsborough, NC.
When she heard about the problem, my mother put on her finest (no costume, but I am sure it was colorful and elegant) and took them.
As my sister Sarah, then 16, and my Daughter Farah went from door to door, my mother and Ragia walked with them. My mother ate all the candy corn and told stories about her friends Bechir Chourou and David Tavakoli.
Good times.
Incidentally, I am looking for Bechir (who I know) and David (who I don't). Any help would be greatly appreciated.
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