She looks into my eyes as if she has thousands of words rumbling in her head. Even while conversing with others, my inner eyes and conscience are focused on her. I smile inside as I see her struggling to grab my attention with her naughty little tantrums. She tries all her way out to let me look at her and cuddle her. Yet I was testing her patience to the core. I couldn’t stop giggling. Her eyes and the tiny little nose always attracted me, I felt like biting them. Still, I held my heart waiting patiently.
Finally, she was out of her patience, She grabbed my face forcibly focusing my whole attention on her sweet face. She looked at me….and observed I was still talking to my friend. She with her tiny little fingers closed my lips, which I felt like the rose petals caressing my lips. Her tender hands were the softest like the dew drops. I looked at her, smiling and then cuddled her so hard tickling her when she burst out in laughs.
I knew she wanted my attention as she returned from school. It was hard for her to let go my sight from her. Adoring the moments with her, I walked her in my arms holding her tight, as if I never wanted her to grow up. I wish I could hold the time there and be with her for a while until my life is washed away. the thought of being away from her engulfs a fear in my heart, that is what makes me crave for more.