Ugly Yellow Jacket (Most Painful Memory)

I don't know if its necessary to write this but the most painful memory I have of leaving Deir Debwan was when I was going out to Najat's car to put my suitcase in. Then I heard a noise at the door of house. It was Dad standing at the door wanting to go along with us. He was putting on his ugly yellow jacket (i.e. above) and unable to get his left hand in all the way. I said, "No Dad." and went back in and told him he couldn't go out as I thought he wanted to go to the mosque. And he started talking and crying like a little child uncontrollably and I hugged him and said, "No Dad. YOu can go with us. He felt so small in my arms and shorter than me crying. I put my head on his head and said, "It's OK." Then I told him, "Sit down in your chair," and he turned around so slowly and brokenly and said with his weak voice, "OK." as he went to sit down.