Omid and Roya
Some women have dreams about their weddings.
Some men dream about finding “the one.”
I’ve dreamed about having a kid…ever since I was 12.
Yup, it’s kind of freaky, but I have always wanted to be a dad.
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At 5:30 am the sunlight is faint, peeking between my billowing curtains, but, outside, there’s already a cacophony of birdcalls.
I’m two months into my yearlong mission in Zimbabwe working at the largest Pediatric/Adolescent HIV center in the region, and possibly the world. We have the monumental task of handing over the entire Doctors without Borders project to the Ministry of Health by year’s end. Though my colleagues and friends here have touched my heart, my thoughts are with one special person on the other side of the world.
Six months prior, I stood on a naked bluff in California overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Walking down the makeshift aisle toward me was the woman I’d dreamed of. Like most couples on this magical day, we looked forward to spending a lifetime cherishing each other.
Unlike most newlyweds, though, we’d already planned to split up in less than five months.