If You Will Have Me

M5 who is five years old, drew this picture of herself. I was enchanted, and wanted her to give it to me, but she refused. The reason she give me — she didn’t have a picture like it of herself. The solution she suggested was that I should take a a photo of the original, and that’s what I did.

I had come for a visit to Dallas with few clothes, and I was juggling them with continuous washing. Last evening M5 asked me as to why I kept wearing the same clothes. I told her I was hoping she was going to lend me some, specially the green dress which her paternal grandma had sent. No was the answer.

Fed up with my teasing, she told her mother that she doesn’t want me to come again. I said, “Okay! I won’t be coming again.” Her mother chided her, “How can you say this to my mother.” I went outside to pluck out the crab grass, and other weeds. M5 followed me wanting to talk to me, and I wasn’t talking. I told her I would only talk to her if she let me borrow her clothes. She relented, telling me she wanted me to come again on a visit, and I could borrow clothes from her.

Children are really sweet. They can’t differentiate that a grownup won’t be able to wear their clothes.

A picture of me drawn by M5. Look at the pin in in my hijab. She drew it after her first refusal to share her clothes with me. She was trying to appease me.

She just came into my room, and gave me her own picture as a gift to take with me. Now I have both — hers’, and mine.

I will treasure them always.

My Baba

M5 on her bunk bed.

I hugged my son in law, and told the little one, “He is my Baba. I’m going to take him along with me”. Thoroughly alarmed M5, her hands went round her father’s neck, she denied my words, “No, he is my Baba”.

“No, he is mine”.

“Why didn’t you bring your own one?”

“I don’t have one”.

“You have”.

“Who?”

“S uncle”.

“He is my son”.

We all were laughing by then.

Yesterday Nola was taking me for a haircut. I was putting on my sketchers, when M5 told me I couldn’t wear TJ’s (her brother) shoes. “These are mine”. I pointed out to her. She insisted that they were her brother’s. I explained to her that TJ wears shoes two sizes bigger than me, so I couldn’t possibly wear his shoes.

At that moment TJ strolled by wearing his own. M5 spotted him, and was satisfied.

Later on when I was wearing my flip flops she noticed, and chastened me once again,”You cannot wear my mother’s footwear”.

“But I’m not wearing your Mama’s. Her’s are bigger than mine, and besides the one she wears were bought by me”. She kept staring, trying to believe me.

She brought me her drawings to show them to me.

The black lines are meant to be the earth, and the orange one is the sun.

Here the black and blue lines are shown as earth, and the shape in the corner is the moon.

One Million Dollars

If you found one million dollars in the morning and had to spend it by nightfall, what would you do with the money?

Wow! I get a million dollars to spend. That will be a dream come true.

My first reaction would be ….

It will be totally unbelievable. I will be delirious with joy. First thing first and that will be a prayer of thanks to God. I am looking for a house. So my worry number one will be over. I will straight away sign for a new home. I will fill it with the best furniture I like and buy whatever is needed in my new home. It also includes shrubs and plants.

Then I will go and buy a car. Money won’t be an issue so I will buy the one which appeals to me.
That is worry number two over.

I will ask my children and give them the required money.

My sister spoiled me with Coach bags. Now none appeals to me. So I will go and buy 2-3 more. I won’t have to think twice about buying.

Normally I look at things and ask myself, “Do I need it?”
Is the price okay with me?
Will I like it after a year? Or I will scratch my head and wonder, “What did I see in it?”

Next on the list will be needy people.

After that I don’t think any money will be left.

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