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July 19, 2006
About last night
I had just returned from a trip yesterday evening, when I came home and checked on the kids.
They were ready for bed, but Azmina wasn’t sleepy and asked me if she could join me out in the living room. I said yes, but I told her we were not to watch any kids stuff or listen to any kids music. She understood and stood quietly next to me watching the news.
What was happening and what was shown in the news were just not right. I wandered off when a CNN reporter was using words like “obviously” to describe something that had not been properly verified.
Unlike the time when Azmina and I were watching the Katrina coverage on the late news, I didn’t offer any explanation. I know her mom won’t like it very much if I had troubled her little mind this late at night. I instead asked her if she wanted me to read anything to her that night. She got me to go through a total of four short stories before she decided it was time to go to bed.
Azmina has been a source of calm as of late. We would sit together and without cue or explanation, she would give a kiss on the cheek. When she asks me if we could dance to Old MacDonald on my notebook, I’d say I don’t have it anymore, and she’d be happy to dance to Brazilian Girls or Si*Se.
Picture taken last July in Berlin shows Azmina with Sulha, who is our friends’, Kas’s and Bob’s, daughter. Azmina had been forever fascinated with leaves and flowers regardless if they were fresh or dried. Sulha, her new friend, was just pleased that she could blow bubbles with something that she can hang around her heck.
Posted by quickness at July 19, 2006 10:14 PM
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