Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Good memories are better left undisturbed

She was a child of many wonders.. very independent..

she hates to be hugged for too long and she wont hold your hand.

We had a special bond..her and I. She couldn't pronounce my name.. so she'd call me "noana". She was almost a year and a half old and wouldn't learn to walk... perfectly content examining her toes, fingers, and playing with anyone's hair. When I visited during christmas a couple of years back, I picked her up.. stood her up at one end of the room and walked to the other end. At first she'd fall and whimper.. but finally she decided she'd swallow her pride and wobble over. I couldn't believe it.. I taught her how to walk.

If she came to visit and I was asleep, she'd stick her finger in my eye until I agreed to wake up. If I didn't go over to visit, or her parents didn't bring her over to my house, she'd go in her room, grab her favorite barbie shoes and mismatched socks and sit at the stairs until her dad came home. Then she'd yell "yalllla!" heh..

A summer came to an end, my bags were packed, I had an hour until I was to leave to the airport. As I sat at the couch, she sensed my sadness and ran over, crinkled her nose, and raised her arms to be carried so she can sit next to me. I was happy to oblige.. it's so rare that she would want to sit.

She climbed on my lap, took her chubby little palms, framed my face, and kissed my nose. She asked:
-"waaain lay7a noana?"
-- "ray7a baity sweetheart"
-"fain baitik?"
--"far away baby.. really far"
-"no.. ma troo7i far.. ana a7ibbik noana.. a5aleeki til3aby bi toysy"

I smiled as I let the only tear I would allow escape.. I had taught her how to say "a7ibbik"

I should've taken her up on her offer.

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