Mumma!
I hear the cry when I am not in the same room when you open your eyes. I roll my eyes , dropping whatever I was doing. Here comes the first in the series of commands for the day. I see you rubbing your eyes, asking if you have to go to school, and the look of sheer sadness that follows. I hold your face, your tiny tiny face in the cup of my arms. The most fragrant smell in the world fills up my no...