19th Feb 09
So much!
When I miss my dada, I cry for him. Every morning, I wake up and look to my right side, thinking my Dada is sleeping beside me. I ask Mama, “Where’s Dada”? She says, “Dada Seattle”. I wonder, “Where is Seattle?”
When I play some fun games with Mama and want to share with my dada; I call out for him, “Dada, daaadaaa”. But he never comes. Again Mama says, “Remember Dada is far away in Seattle. Dada airplane”. But I thought Mama said Dada was in Seattle. Now why is he in Airplane?
When I have achieved something and Mama claps for me, again I call out for my dada. But I go to an empty room. Dada’s not there, oh yes, dada is in Seattle.
When Mama gives me High-five, she pretends to fall back as my high-five is very strong. I enjoy this game and would say, “Dada high-five”. I know, dada is away, but I like taking his name.
When I build a house with my blocks, I say, “Show dada, show dada”. Now, Mama only smiles and gives me a big hug. She tells me that we can show it to him when dada comes online.
When I talk to him on the phone, I like no one with me or around me. It’s only me and my dada. I tell him how much I miss him. I tell him how much I am looking forward to playing silly games with him. I tell him about the colors of the cars that I want him to bring. I tell him about the cookies and cakes that I have baked with Mama, and how much I want him to taste it .I tell him about going to school and how much I wish he is there to see me climb and ride the bike. I tell him about the puppies and cats that I see on the road. I tell him about what a big girl I have become. I tell him about how much I love him and hope for him to sit on that airplane and come home soon.
When Mama asks me how much I miss Dada, I bring out my two arms and say, “So much”!
When I miss my precious Dada, I spend days painting him the BIGGEST and the BESTEST picture.
When I miss my dada, I cry for him. Every morning, I wake up and look to my right side, thinking my Dada is sleeping beside me. I ask Mama, “Where’s Dada”? She says, “Dada Seattle”. I wonder, “Where is Seattle?”
When I play some fun games with Mama and want to share with my dada; I call out for him, “Dada, daaadaaa”. But he never comes. Again Mama says, “Remember Dada is far away in Seattle. Dada airplane”. But I thought Mama said Dada was in Seattle. Now why is he in Airplane?
When I have achieved something and Mama claps for me, again I call out for my dada. But I go to an empty room. Dada’s not there, oh yes, dada is in Seattle.
When Mama gives me High-five, she pretends to fall back as my high-five is very strong. I enjoy this game and would say, “Dada high-five”. I know, dada is away, but I like taking his name.
When I build a house with my blocks, I say, “Show dada, show dada”. Now, Mama only smiles and gives me a big hug. She tells me that we can show it to him when dada comes online.
When I talk to him on the phone, I like no one with me or around me. It’s only me and my dada. I tell him how much I miss him. I tell him how much I am looking forward to playing silly games with him. I tell him about the colors of the cars that I want him to bring. I tell him about the cookies and cakes that I have baked with Mama, and how much I want him to taste it .I tell him about going to school and how much I wish he is there to see me climb and ride the bike. I tell him about the puppies and cats that I see on the road. I tell him about what a big girl I have become. I tell him about how much I love him and hope for him to sit on that airplane and come home soon.
When Mama asks me how much I miss Dada, I bring out my two arms and say, “So much”!
When I miss my precious Dada, I spend days painting him the BIGGEST and the BESTEST picture.
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7 comments:
I know kids dont have concept of time/days..but its only a few more days for her.
It must be so tiring for you to keep saying that He will back soon.
I have been in that place(with Neil and Avasha) and its not all fun explaining why/where Daddy is.
Hopefully this would be the last time, he travels alone.
Big hugs
Hey that was the sweetest ! I was in tears when I read it probably cuz I can totally relate to it! It is tough without our other halves isn't it? :)
Oh my god...I started weeping like a baby....
Is so hard to imagine...
Love the artistic pictures
Isha
Asaaan- yes, it tough and I feel bad for her too. I think it was tougher this time than when we were in Singapore. Thank god, he is coming back, the next time. I am taking that 24 hrs plane with him too!
Chaand- Thanks.Aww..in tears..I tried to express Nushki's feelings.. She sure misses her dad a lot!!
Isha- Get real... weeping like a baby..very funny!Yeah, love the pic too..esp love how engross she is while painting.
Sonia, You are definitely in the wrong line. You can be a script writer for emotional and heart-breakingly sad movies. If dada's boss reads this post, I don't think he'll ever ask dada to go to US alone again :)
Oh and how can I forget. Thats a BEAUTIFUL painting..Kudos to my lil neice! And the collage with all her pics looks great, good job Sonia! :)
Priyanka- Haha, thats funny! Somehow when I started writing this, there was such a natural flow from one word to the other...I guess I was just mirroring Anushka's feelings and that is why it came out so easily and yeah a little emotionally too!
Regarding the painting, she sure gets so engrossed in it and takes a step back, admires her work and then chooses another color. At times, she feels she does not like the choosen color, she puts it back and steps back again and look for another color. Its so amazing to see her artistic side :)
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