The brother gobbled up the Spaghetti ala Vongole di Veraci supper in a record time leaving her twirling and twisting the pasta onto the spoon ever so collectedly. I could almost hear what was coming, the way I could see the rise and fall of her eyebrows. She does that when she gets down there, deep in her thought, ready to shoot me with her hotter-than-the-sun questions.
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I was kind of not waiting, but nervously anticipating a question I can answer easily or run away from speedily.
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Kitreena: “Are you happy, Mom?”
Mommy: *stops breathing for 8.2571 seconds as her heart skips 2.272 beats*
Kitreena: “Mom? Did you hear me?”
Mommy: “Well, I kinda did.”
Kitreena: “So? What did I just ask you?”
Mommy: “I don’t know, what did you just ask me?”
Kitreena: “Are you happy?”
Mommy: “Happy with what?”
Kitreena: “Happy with what you’re doing?”
Mommy: “What am I doing?”
Kitreena: “You know… being a mom.”
Mommy: *smiles and is about to give the most honest answer but decides to remain smiling*
Kitreena: “I mean, are you happy taking care of me and Edrick?”
Mommy: *fakes a frown* “Of course I’m happy to be with you two. Why did you ask?”
Kitreena: “Because you don’t look like you’re happy.”
Mommy: *sits with her daughter wrapping an arm around her* “Are you happy, Monch?”
Kitreena: “I’m happy when I’m with you, Mom.”
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The rest of the conversation didn’t really matter anymore. My heart was warmer than the sun on its Summer Solstice Day.
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Questa è Enida 
Happiness is waiting for u here. Jom bukak APCC balik. It was indeed one of the happiest working days kan kan kan…
Dear Kitreena … you make auntie cry again. Such a darling. Senak perut auntie tahan sebak, bergenang juga airmata…
Isn’t she your courage and strength Che Nid. Our kids is such a blessing aren’t they, a gift really from Him up above. May you all be bless in health and happiness till the end. Prayers always~
regards,
Auntie Nik
aww, cair…
alahai.. baiknya anak mummy. cair je bila dengar 🙂
awww…so sweet…I would cry if my daughter said that…
Your monchies are so wise for such age…precious they are 🙂
Dear Nina,
I cried too actually. Cuma tak cerita (sepenuhnya) in this entry. Hehehe. We sat there for a little longer as she was pouring her heart out on how much she missed her Bibik, her aunties, uncles, cousins and friends. And her swimming pool in the Bath House of our Mesra home. Once an anak itik, always an anak itik! Quack, quack, quack!