Life is good. Beautiful. Joyous.
Naqiyah changes my perspective on life. Being with her. Looking at her smiling face when I come home. Justifies the reason for my existence.
All of the above is obvious. All parents feel the same. I’m just putting it there so I remember the feeling. She’s not with me just now. But I can’t let go of the feeling I get when she’s there. The thought of her can inspire those same feelings back. Feeling that life is glorious!
Specially poignant and memorable is one thing she does. Its so innocent and beautiful that my throat chokes and I give out that chortle of laugh that I generally do when I’m embarrassed at my feelings having overwhelmed me and am about to cry having a lump in my throat.
What she does is .. she turns round and round in circle with her arms spread out the way kids tend to do, or she makes me pick her up and turn her around. After a few twirls and whirls when she’s still again she says ‘ Papa be careful.. the room is moving’.
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