Standing there that night, I take a deep breath and look at Deah and tell him, "I have never been more proud of you than I am in this moment." He pulls me into his tall frame, hugs me goodnight, and I leave the next morning without waking him to go back to San Francisco.
Aquella noche, respiré profundamente, miré a Deah y le dije: "Nunca he estado más orgullosa de ti que ahora". Se acerca, me abraza y me da las buenas noches y vuelvo a la mañana siguiente, sin despertarlo, a San Francisco.