Questa è Enida

It is very easy to get inspired by a good read. And good pictures. Especially pictures taken by a purring cat – with a Meow! Factor.

The pictures of beautiful clouds actually reminded me of the conversation between my 7-year-old-going-70 Kitreena and I, just a week ago. We were in the car waiting for Daddy to come down from his office, to go to a stomatologia and then on to Gandara.

Kitreena: Mom, what are clouds made of?

Mommy: Ohhh… water droplets mostly. Why?

Kitreena: Angels can fly and they live in the clouds, right?

*Here we go again! Me Monchy and her angels obsession.*

Mommy: Yes. Why?

Kitreena: Do they get wet then?

Mommy: Mana Mommy tau. Why? You think I’m an angel ka?

Kitreena: Not really.

*Huh? Not really, she says? Ouch! Never realized a ‘not really’ can cut deeper than a clear cut ‘no’. Ah well…*

Mommy: That’s what I thought. I don’t know. Sorry.

Kitreena: But Mom, how come angels don’t fall through the clouds if the clouds are just water droplets?

Mommy: They do. But they have wings. They fly back to the dryer clouds lah.

Kitreena: Oh yeah. I forgot they have wings.

*Mommy’s sense always makes sense.*

Though I play devil’s advocate a lot… I mean, really a lot lot, I always know I live among angels.

Glossary for Neil:

Mana Mommy tau.= I wouldn’t know./How would I know?