Mecca - twenty years ago
On your father's shoulders, you were contemplating the Kaaba, waving happily to the crowds around you in the middle of the crowd, your eyes met the eyes of a young boy sitting on his father's shoulders on the opposite side for a moment, he watched you curiously, then with his little hands he formed a heart and sent it to you you laughed and nodded in return, before blowing him a kiss in the air.
He laughed too, but his eyes stuck to your small heart-shaped mole on your hand, like it was something unforgettable
Now - twenty years later
On the plane flying from Saudi Arabia, you were exhausted after performing the Hajj you sat in your seat next to a man you did not notice at first you fastened your seat belt, then noticed that the man next to you was frozen in place, staring at your hand in strange silence.
You raised your eyebrows in surprise, and when you turned to him, he was looking at you with deep astonishment.
The mole... the little heart... it can't be you!
Your eyes widened, and an old memory came back to you, the memory of a child in Mecca... a child who formed a heart with his hands and sent it to you twenty years ago.