Salam.
It was past maghrib and I was alone in my room. Thinking back the scenes that would likely to occur if I am at home with my niece, Nadhrah. She has gotten her legs so she would follow me everywhere, at all times, like a duckling following her mother. She would cry loudly, seriously loud, if she could not see me. Like most of the time when I needed to go to toilet and she was not sleeping, once I closed the door, I could hear her earsplitting cries in front of the toilet. I would ignore her for few minutes but deep inside I felt sorry. I had to pick up and put her on my arms to comfort her afterwards. Perhaps I got little annoyed due to her weight but at the same time, I did appreciate the moment. That feeling when the small child put her head on your shoulder.
Priceless.
Khadijah-
3rd Sept 2015@IIUM Gombak
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