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Through My Daughter's Eyes


I have a little angel in my house. A little pretty, flower girl that throws her hands up whenever I come home. A sign of appreciation and admiration I suppose. She's a bright little piece of art. Learning things very fast. Words, actions all in a manner that's a combination of pretty, witty, funny and cute.

Yet she doesn't forget an action or word said. May it be an advert on tele, a weird random action I just did unknowingly. It sticks in her little mind.  Sticks and never goes away. So we mind our language whenever we are around her. We watch what we do, the programmes we subject her to, because whatever she sees, she copies and permanently pastes in her little head.

Shes an awesome piece. She seems to appreciate life every time she wakes up. Giving off a soft mourn so that I can know she has just woken up. And when I do, she seems to tell me with her eyes. Well, mummy, am glad to be living. The brightness in her face and eyes are priceless. When in most cases I would wake up with tension and fear in my heart, wondering if the F am gonna make it, if am gonna cut a niche in this competitive world before am 30, yet she seems not to care. That would be the least in her little mind I suppose.

Somehow in her little world, breathing and just being healthy is enough. Maybe seeing me and her dad laugh about is enough for her. And then she will want to squeeze her little body between us. So that we can constantly share and hold each other in that family hug. The cutest little thing. She seems to be happy in this. Gives me a kiss, gives her daddy a kiss. And she would repeat this till we all get tired of it.


She has also learned the power of appreciation. That one particular virtue we all forget. Somehow, with me,  I tend to appreciate life when faced with frightening events. Or maybe when am faced with deathly situations, but rarely do I find myself waking up, looking around and feeling, Oh Goodness Gracious. I thank the heavens for this particular moment. I rarely remember.

Yet my little girl never seems to be bothered by the nitty-gritties of the yester-night, past events,  the future plans. She lives in the present, well, the present present. And when I hold her in bed, she always manages to have learnt something in the day.

Through my daugther's eyes, life is to be lived. To be enjoyed. We just live once.,with no control of the future, we live with what we got at the moment.




When all's said and done however, I look at her as she closes her eyes into a world of comfort. Peaceful and sweet, she gives me a hope for a better future.


Somehow I would love to be like her, in my little cup-cake, creamy, coconut, fruity pudding-world! With no cares of fate, just throw all caution to the wind and be this little girl.


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