Crystal

We had our time together.....my son and I....a special putting-him-to-bed-time. He would throw his plump leg over me and listen to the stories I spin. If I run out of tales it would be how a mom and dad and their little daughter were bored with life and how a little prince came to colour their world with his naughty little pranks. He would make affirmative sounds twiddling the chain dangling from my neck until he falls asleep. Then I stealthily move his leg to a soft pillow and get back to tidy up the kitchen. 

                                                   

One night while I was doing the dishes, I saw a small shadow near the kitchen door. I stepped out and saw him standing there. 

I was annoyed...it took quite some time and a pretty long story to coax him to sleep. Now he is back!

"Why did you come out?"

With reluctance and a shy smile he murmured “.....a little milk......and I will go to sleep..”

My anger vanished. I gathered him in my arms ....overwhelmed, pressed him close to my heart with a tight hug. Then warmed the sweetened milk, poured in a glass and kneeling beside, allowed him to sip it slowly with disturbing kisses. Flooding love chocked me.