IB watching his IPad while having breakfast.
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I laughed when IB (grandson) told me quite earnestly, “Dado you don’t have to spoil me. You shouldn’t pamper me”.
He had refused the dinner I had cooked, telling me he didn’t feel like eating anything. Worried that he might feel hungry later at night, I offered to make whatever he wanted. I wasn’t able to tempt him to food, and he only had an apple before he went to bed.
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DAILY PROMPT
Pamper
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Grandson H on graduation day (pencil marked)
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The little boys capered on our front lawn. Grandson H who was four at the time was blissfully welcoming more inside the gates. We– late husband, and I, Son and his family had come to spend a night at our village home, and attend a wedding next day.
Cloistered in our Peshawar house, H never had so many boys to play with. H soon exhausted our supply of water bottles, juices and soft drinks. He was happily playing the host, not realizing there wasn’t any water left for us.
Along with the younger children, an older batch of eleven to fourteen had slipped inside. They attacked the fruit trees of apricots, peaches, leeches, loquats and the ground beneath was littered with leaves and fruit. Thankfully the watchman returned from his home, and shooed the unruly ones out, and saved the trees from further plundering.
In the evening H had to be persuaded to let his newfound friends go. He was all for his friends to spend the night with us.
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Caper
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Without looking up the meaning I thought natty meant a weirdo. Thinking who was the most weird person in my family, I absentmindedly clicked on a post, and found out that natty meant the complete opposite of what I thought.
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Natty
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Last year at the end of May was my grandson IB’s tenth birthday. 2016 was a bad year for him as his mother broke up with his father, and left him anguished and sad. He would sit for hours in a corner, hidden behind a sofa. He wouldn’t eat properly.
The food on his plate remains uneaten, and multiplies by magic, as he absent mindedly pecks at it. As a child he called Walmart Lamart. He would tell his father to buy it. We would laugh at his request, cause he couldn’t realize his father didn’t have that kind of money. He was ever ready to go with his father to buy something from there. Now when his father asks him to go along with him when he comes to spend a day, or two, he refuses.
I am frightened at the changes in him, but can’t do anything about it as we don’t live in the same house.
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DAILY PROMPT
Ten
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Interesting!
Today the topic for the daily prompt is moon. Just days earlier I bought a small gift for my daughter Nola to give her, when we meet Insha’Allah. When the on button is pressed the moon and stars light up.
Here is a picture.
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DAILY PROMPT
Moon
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In the days my sister in law M died, the weather turned unpredictable. A heavy mist came down. In the mornings the sun would climb high in the sky, but the mist wouldn’t clear. One had to wait till noon for the skies to clear off.
My brother in law B told me that he would be coming at seven to pick me up, and I should be ready to leave. The burial was set at eleven. We thought we had ample time. Because of the mist on the highway it was slow going. We crawled at a slow pace, since B could only see a few feet ahead. It was our bad fate there were more trucks than cars on the road that day. My sister in law S kept a steady chatter throughout our journey, but it couldn’t alleviate our miserable trip.
The heater in their car wasn’t working. I was glad I had dressed warmly, cause by the time we reached M’s house all of us were feeling cold. The weather turned more dark and stormy as we entered the house. Cries of grief rent the air.
Last winter another thing which was unusual was the heavy mist in the evening and at night. On the terrace of my home the mist would be thick. It was literally walking into a wall beyond which you couldn’t see.
I have never seen the likes of it before, although I have lived in Peshawar for quite sometime.
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Unpredictable
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Relations like parents, siblings are people with whom even if you don’t see eye to eye, you try to get along. You can’t break relations with your near ones. Generally I get along well with everyone I meet.
My motto in life has been: give all the love and respect you have, and you will get the same back.
A few times I have been mistaken. But what is life without mistakes? From our mistakes we learn.
Delayed Contact
How would you get along with your sibling(s), parent(s), or any other person you’ve known for a long time — if you only met them for the first time today?
This is in response to Weekly Writing Challenge: DNA Analysis
My face reflects that of my father. When I was a child anyone who saw me would invariably remark to my father, “She looks just like you.” My father would look pleased. My father was fair in colour. He had thick jet black hair and black eyes which looked striking in his face. I differed with brown eyes and gold brown hair. It must have been the bone structure and over all resemblance that led to that remark. I don’t remember my mother’s looks as she died at quite a young age of twenty eight. Probably my brown hair and eyes came from my paternal Grandma.
I am five feet one inch. Both my parents were five feet ten inches tall. In height I went to Grandma. She was petite.
Grandma and my three aunts were very pretty, specially my younger two aunties were lovely with green eyes. I think I got my nose from my father. My father was my “Knight in Shinning Armor,” for a long time till I married my husband.
Everybody has a flaw. No one is perfect. Father was calm and cool so my quick temper must be from my mother. I will never know.
My cleanliness habits came definitely from father. He was a very clean and meticulous person. I am a maniac and try to kill myself on regular basis in cleaning my home from top to bottom. I have passed on the cleaning gene to my daughter. She complains regularly about it to me. I should know. It is extremely tiring.
I am a very shy person. My face flames a fiery red in a few seconds. I have a too expressive face. I wish it was not so. People familiar with me can gauge my feelings from the expressions on my face. If I am trying to hide something my face turns red. I can’t fathom from where that came, because grandma, father, uncles and aunts weren’t shy at all.
My dimples got passed on to my son, but my daughter and grand daughters got my voice. My husband’s voice is echoed in my son’s and grandsons voices. My children’s feet and grandsons feet are ditto copies of my husband’s feet. Even their hands are copies of my husband’s hands. Can you imagine my son and grandsons have twenty eight teeth each, exactly like my husband? My daughter and I, we both have thirty two teeth.
My husband had sea green eyes. Both the children got their eye color from me. One of my grandson has got green eyes but their color is lighter.
My husband and I were good at studies. Both of us got scholarships to college. Our children surpassed us by being Gold Medalists. My husband was a Maths Wiz. Both my children got the Math gene from him. My husband’s friends used to think that I was the person who imparted those critical genes. I must confess I didn’t.
In reality I hated Maths. It was compulsory for Science students to take Elective Maths in higher classes. To this day I have nightmares. My Math teacher glares at me in my dreams and I am unable to find solutions to Algebra and Trignometry. I am there with bowed head and shaking nerves.
My husband was diabetic. He had open heart surgery and he died of stomach cancer. The medicines which he took after his heart surgery contributed to his having cancer. Please, who ever has heart problems should closely check their medicines.
I do worry about my children getting these diseases. I feel apprehensive about the future.
What the future holds for me?
I can only put my trust in God and hope the two people most important in my life, my SON and my DAUGHTER are there for me till I am alive.
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