I. Makhalá (sickness)

When Ziva caught a cold, she couldn't play outside for a day. When her mother coughed up blood, she died. A black curtain over the window blocked out the summer sun and oppressive silence hung in the air once filled by her mother's laborious breathing. Father held a cold, petite hand as the doctor apologized; Ziva ran out into the hallway. She didn't see Ari in the armchair put down his biology textbook until he grabbed her shoulders and turn her around. "Ziva." He pulled her into an embrace, letting her cry as he sung her a beautiful, haunting melody.