Nobody knew where Uncle Nowruz lived! People opened their windows and doors happily or ran to the plains to watch his arrival.

But there was a person who wanted to meet Uncle Nowruz more than anybody else. Every year, she swept the yard and sat by the Haft-Seen table waiting for him. But what about Uncle Nowruz? Does he meet everyone? Does he come in person and sit by the Haft- Seen table for real?