That I try to wake up early (before she does) just to catch glimpse of her innocent face.
That I switch the lights on just as she is about to sleep – to watch and admire her sleep-heavy eyelids.
That I try to reach a little before her school gets over – to see how she waves good bye to her friends and teachers.
That I schedule the break and meal times to match hers.
That I try to do a little exercise just to be able to play with her.
That I am making sure she gets all the comforts in life.
That sometimes I only ‘pretend’ to be tough.
That I can go on and on with singing if it pleases her despite sore throat.
That my fever-struck body is able to move only because she wants to dance with me.
That one of the reasons why I started to work again was my obsession with her, and I had to try and overcome it.
That I love her so much that it has become an integral part of me and my identity …