the time grandpa visited

One night an old man came in a truck, and they explained that him and Um Salem were Um Laith's parents. He slept with us that night and then left in the morning; I'm not sure why. He was nice, but didn't speak to me very much because of my Arabic. When they were telling him about me, I could tell they mentioned my love of the desert, and my friendship with Haneen. Pretty sweet. How's that for communication? I asked to sleep on my comforter that night because of my back, but Abu Laith gave me another blanket to sleep on instead. It made a big difference.