The last time my family and I came back from Damascus was in 1990, we landed in New York and my sister, Layla, was so happy to be back in North America that she got on her hands and knees in the middle of JKF airport and kissed the ground. She was 12.
The last time my family and I came back from Damascus was in 1990, we landed in New York and my sister, Layla, was so happy to be back in North America that she got on her hands and knees in the middle of JKF airport and kissed the ground. She was 12.
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