Twelve

"Mama...  How many you pick me?"

"How many?  One". 

"No, Mama.  How many?  What time?"

"Ooo...  What time...  Twelve. I'll pick you up at twelve ok?"

"Ok, Mama. I like you". 

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"Mama!  I miss you"

"I miss you too"

"What time now?"  

*look at the watch on the dashboard*

"Mama!  You pick me up at twelve. I like you Mama"

"Of course..  I've promised you, right?"

I got a kiss. 

It was 12:19. 

I learnt that Alesya couldnt give a damn whether it's 12:19 or 12:46 or 12:59. As long as she sees the number 12, she is satisfied. And happy. 

And I hope she will forever like me...  Though I'm yearning to hear she says "I LOVE you, Mama".

One day. Insya Allah. 

Wassalam.