That’s my mother in the center: may she rest in peace. 

Her name, Letha, was one those neo-classical derivatives of the Ancient Greek “alḗtheia“ literally meaning “not hidden” or “truth.”

In 1965, she bought a one-way ticket to Cairo from Lubbock, Texas. 

She married my father one week after her arrival. 

He was her pen pal for the last twelve years.