Earlier we started the game, today you get it going. You run into a corner in the room, or the side of a wardrobe, anyplace where you can see us (and of course we can see you clearly, but that doesn't seem to matter as long as we pretend you're invisible to us) and then you scream out 'Ammaaa..Ammaa..'. I am to promptly respond but then realise you're not to be seen anywhere around. With an anxious face, I look around, behind the curtains, in the balcony, under the table (which for some reason has you chuckling from your hiding spot), inside the newspaper rack and then suddenly turn to that mischevous corner and exclaim 'there you are...my mamu darling'. If I could freeze that moment, for it brings out the widest smile in you and a glowing sparkle in your tiny eyes. A joy like none other.We play this game at least 7-8 eight times every day. Each time your face brightens just as much, if not more. And here we, adults, are complaining about the routine, the mundane, the everyday things. Mama needs to learn from you Adzy on how to enjoy the everyday things, the daily dos.
I love you my love...muaahhh.


2 comments:
Test test test...hope it works this time...:) add more widgets....:)
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