He is mon ami always.
He is an arabic-english dictionary lost in the mail.
He is Moroccan shoes I would have loved.
He is family, love and loyalty.
He is mon soleil.
He is sweetness and patience when I cry.
He is hours of communication past language barriers.
He is one of nine children.
He is a favourite uncle.
He is one of my best friends in this world.
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