It's Sunday afternoon.. The march'ing moving in..
Agnes is done with the garden patch..and Lily heat has
finished cleaning her bicycle...
They both love the mud-the grass and the shrubs - dad
traits u call them..
Theres rice- dal and daddy cooked potatoes for
lunch.."theres no one in the world who cooks the potato sabji better than
u Joe" Agnes says trying to imitate you..
I roll my eyes over as both girls now take turn at
imitating you..
"she says it like this.. Jamuooooonnn" theres a
u in between the 'o's lily says correctin her younger sister..
They're obviously trying to say Jamoon- the way u say it..
"why did she not become a journalist dad" Lily
asked..I said "she was a part of different universes there's not one did
she want to live in -- so journalism is just one she skipped over"..
They both look at me "wen will he ever stop using
his metaphors"
And so lunch is done..it's.story time for the girls as I
try to keep them away from the afternoon sun..
Lily went to the rack and picked a book..and then she
opened it and smelled it through..the smell of paper..u used to do it.. Now she
does it..I just kept staring at her.. She came around and kissed me on my
unshaved cheeks..
" we all miss her daddy.." ..
Hdk
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