Questa è Enida

A little rub on her forehead and a gentle touch of brushing her hair with my fingers was enough to make her feel good. It was a scorching hot afternoon and there were just the two of us in the car waiting for Edrick to finish his after-school guitar class.

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Kitreena: Mom, you told me your Dad used to do this when you were little.

Mommy: Yup, and it was enough to put me to sleep.

Kitreena: Oh yeaaaaa… I am falling asleep here.

Mommy: I know.

There was a long pause, and there was the look on her face again. The look I have not written about for so long. Too long.

Kitreena: So Mommm…

Mommy: Here we go, I knew you were going to ask me a question.

Kitreena: *chuckles* When you get married again… what kind of man would you like to be your husband?

Mommy: “When“? You mean… “if” I get married again. Right?

Kitreena: No, when you get married again. You are going to get married again, aren’t you?

Mommy: I don’t know. I might not.

Kitreena: Awwww well, okay. Let’s say you are going to remarry… what kind of man do yo want?

Mommy: *feels almost embarrassed* I don’t know.

Kitreena: Are you going to marry an Asian man, or a Caucasian man?

Mommy: Does it matter, baby?

Kitreena: No, Mom. Not really. As long as he loves you.

Mommy: As long as he loves me and my kids.

Kitreena: I think you should marry a man who would give you the forehead rub. Sure feels good, Mom.

Mommy: Hahahaha yeah, you are right! I should!

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