(6 years later).
Elana.
“Mummy, mummy, wake up!”
“Wake up! You are going to be late for work!”
Selanene had the sweetest idea to wake me up this morning very aggressively.
“Selanene, what is it?” I grumbled as I sat up in my bed to look at my six-year-old daughter.
“Work. It is 8 am and you are late for work,” she said as she tried to pull me off the bed.
Ever since she learned how to talk fluently, she’d been nothing but a radio. “Selanene let go of me. Mummy wants to sleeep,'' I whined as I fell back onto the bed.
“Alright then,” she said in a sad voice. Finally, she would let me rest. I loved my daughter but she was a headache sometimes…more often than not.
I was slowly drifting into sleep when I received a heavy splash of cold water on my body. I jerked up from the bed with a
