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| Ayesha ( my four year old ) |
I watched from the corner of my eye as she giggled to herself while looking at her doll. She then picked up the doll and snickering to herself walked over to my bed.
"Mama, pata kia hua, voh Chloe hai na? Voh Chloe bohut funny hai. Dekhein is ki moti ko press kerein na to dekhein dolly kehti hai I love you to jub hum oopar jaa rahai thai na school main, to Chloe bhi keh rahee thee mwah mwah I love you I love you. Daikha! voh bohut funny hai!"
Translation:
"Mama, guess what, you know Chloe? Chloe is so funny! See if you press the stomach on this doll she says I love you so when Chloe and I were going upstairs at school, Chloe started saying mwah mwah I love you I love you. See! she is so funny!"
She said this and just wandered off. This was her first doll ever, my cousin Muneeb gave it to her the first time he saw her and it holds so many memories. Today was just a huge turning point for me though because up until today she had never had a vivid reminiscence of such a sort. It was almost like for the first time ever I saw her think out loud and then share a little story related to it.
Time flies.
