Nisaa and Farhan at my office last week
I was waiting for my turn to buy some satay because Wifey’s cousin from Sarawak was coming over for dinner when I saw a little girl, who looked a bit like Nisaa when she was two plus, looking at her mother who was quarreling over the phone.
“Mak, mak!” she called to her mother. “Ayah ke tu?”
Her mother nodded.
“Nak cakap dengan ayah!” her eyes gleamed. Her mother passed her the phone and she happily yakked away on the phone with her father.
I remember that happy face on Nisaa’s when I was going through a bad period with her mother.