How I Met your Other Mother

How I Met Your Other Mother "-and that's when Zeus, father of all gods, created the first humans. He created the first humans with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces." The little girl, tucked snugly under her Spongebob blanket, giggled melodiously. She smiled, her adorable dimples creating and impression on her soft, olive-colored cheek.  Her mother smiled softly at her and ran her hand over the little one's shiny, raven hair. "Why, darling? Don't you believe me?" The mother asked, humoring her daughter. "But it's silly, mommy!" The little girl said, still smiling. "Well,  it is that according to mythology." "Mommy, what's lologee?" Now it's the mother's turn to laugh softly at her daughter. "Safiya, darling, it is not 'lologee'," she patiently explained. "It's mythology. M-y-t-h-o-l-o-g-y. It's stories about gods, and their children, and heroes of ancient times." The little girl put a serious expression and nodded, copying the expression of one of the grown-ups she had seen her mommy talking to. But then, after a while, a curious expression fell on her face. "Mommy, what's ancient?" "Darling, ancient is used to describe something very old." The mother explained, kissing her daughter's head. "Then is Ms. Daisy ancient?" Little Safiya asked, suddenly remembering her teacher who is, as one of her playmates told her, an 'old, dried up bat'. She didn't understand what he meant, so he explained that he was just saying that their teacher is very old. The mother's eyes widened in surprise, and a second later, she burst out laughing. "Safiya, no darling. It is true that Ms. Daisy is very old, but you do not refer to someone as 'ancient'. That's rude, baby." Again, little Safiya nodded and grinned at her mother. "What happened to the first humans, mommy?" The mother scooted closer to Safiya. "Well, baby, Zeus grew fearful of his creation, thinking that the first humans would soon become powerful enough to overpower him. And so, he split them into two separate parts, each becoming a whole human." "So that means that the humans then had two hands, two feet, and one face!" Safiya excitedly said, clapping her hands. "Like us now!" "That's right, darling. And then, Zeus cursed them into spending their lives trying to look for their other halves. Usually, when the two halves find each other, no other thing on the universe can separate them again." Little Safiya smiled, satisfied. "Do I have another half, mommy?" "Yes, you do darling. You will meet your other half later. When you're all grown up." At that, the little girl frowned a little. "Why do I have to grow up to meet my other half, mommy?" "Because when you meet your other half, you will fall in love with him or her. And then you'll be together and get married and have children." The mother explained, running a soothing hand over Safiya's hair. Safiya grew quiet for a moment, as if thinking. Her mother almost thought that she already fell asleep, until Safiya asked a question. "Have you met your other half, mommy?" The hand softly running over little Safiya's hair stopped, and her mother froze for a couple of seconds. The mother smiled tenderly at Safiya. "Yes I have, darling. I met my other half." Little Safiya smiled. "It's mom, isn't it?" The mother nodded and reached out to the nearest bed table and retrieved a picture frame. On it is her, a baby Safiya, and the woman that had captured her entire heart. She still has it... "Mommy, I miss mom..." Safiya said, her voice turning whiny and the mother knew she was about to cry. She immediately cradled the little girl into her arms, hearing her soft mewls and sobs. "I know, baby. I miss her too. Everyday..." she finished in a breathy whisper, feeling her lips starting to quiver. She was about to cry herself. "Mommy, when will mom come back?" The mother only cradled her daughter tighter. "Do you want to hear how I met my other half?" She asked instead. The little girl nodded in her arms. "Yes, mommy." "Well then... let me tell you a story," The mother started, setting little Safiya back on the bed and tucking her in once more. "What kind of story, mommy?" "The story... Of how I met your other mother." ______________________________________________