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To Amara
Well little girl, you’re not so little any more. Soon you’ll be 14, though already knee-deep in what preoccupies young girls these days. And I hope those are fun times for it’s not fun being anyone in 2020, especially teenagers.
With luck in 2030, you won’t remember missing your grandparents. You will have forgotten video calls to your cousins (no substitute for their warm embrace). Nor will you remember being denied playgrounds and kiddie rides in malls. But you knew something was up.
You told us the “comorravirus” could land us in “hostipal”. You reminded us to wash our hands and use “hanitiser”. I should’ve made hanitiser a trademark and sold it to a loaded pharmaceutical.
Last Friday though was a welcome break from dreadful enforced isolation. It was the first time 2 adults and their children could pay a social visit to anyone for a month!
This week we plan another get-together for Mother’s Day. We have the first shift hosting my parents on Saturday, and then shift them to Pepe’s to celebrate our wonderful mothers apart. But, it’s better than nothing. We adapt.
But you know what is great right now? Little traffic. Cleaner air. Clear, starry nights. May kindness to the planet continue into the future.
Work-wise, it’s tricky. I’m still FT but Mum’s hours are reduced. But above all, we’re missing getting together with the greater family, both here and overseas. For now we’re stuck in our little bubble, safe in isolation.
Things could be worse. So we’re thankful we live where we live, that we’re healthy and happy together. For the record, we didn’t hoard toilet paper nor flour, or tissues.
May happy and carefree be each step you take, baby girl.
Con amor, tu mamá y tu papá!
Well little girl, you’re not so little any more. Soon you’ll be 14, though already knee-deep in what preoccupies young girls these days. And I hope those are fun times for it’s not fun being anyone in 2020, especially teenagers.
With luck in 2030, you won’t remember missing your grandparents. You will have forgotten video calls to your cousins (no substitute for their warm embrace). Nor will you remember being denied playgrounds and kiddie rides in malls. But you knew something was up.
You told us the “comorravirus” could land us in “hostipal”. You reminded us to wash our hands and use “hanitiser”. I should’ve made hanitiser a trademark and sold it to a loaded pharmaceutical.
Last Friday though was a welcome break from dreadful enforced isolation. It was the first time 2 adults and their children could pay a social visit to anyone for a month!
This week we plan another get-together for Mother’s Day. We have the first shift hosting my parents on Saturday, and then shift them to Pepe’s to celebrate our wonderful mothers apart. But, it’s better than nothing. We adapt.
But you know what is great right now? Little traffic. Cleaner air. Clear, starry nights. May kindness to the planet continue into the future.
Work-wise, it’s tricky. I’m still FT but Mum’s hours are reduced. But above all, we’re missing getting together with the greater family, both here and overseas. For now we’re stuck in our little bubble, safe in isolation.
Things could be worse. So we’re thankful we live where we live, that we’re healthy and happy together. For the record, we didn’t hoard toilet paper nor flour, or tissues.
May happy and carefree be each step you take, baby girl.
Con amor, tu mamá y tu papá!