NEHA
“No! You can’t eat it before everyone comes!” I ran after Mawra who was crawling pretty fast considered to be just barely more than one year old.
From the kitchen, Ilyas laughed out loud. “Stop it, Neha. She crawls faster than you could run. Let her eat.”
Giggling and laughing, Mawra crawled into our bedroom and I pick her up in my arms, just in time. Her dark eyes filled with excitement stare back into mine, and I try not to melt all over.
Mawra was probably my most favorite child ever. Well, we’d have to see when Noor’s baby comes home, but still. She was just so caring and never cried for no reason.
“Dadada!” she mumbled gibberish, slapping my face like she usually does when she is excited. I don’t mind though, since I love her so much.
“Okayyy,” I draw out, holding her a
