
My first daughter was born on 12.12.93. A small wrinkly baby with skin like textile on twigs. She was born a small for dates baby - meaning undernourished while in the womb. Her weight was 1.8kg. That is about the size of a fully dressed chicken at the supermarket.
Today, she is spending time with her friends - a slumber party at her friends Shazni's house. Shazni is her new found best friend and lives at the prison quarters.
Aishah is truly at the tween stage - a neither here nor there state of being. Leaving the dew of youth and discovering the onset of being adult. A mixture of loving affection and tween angst. When I look at her I still see the features of the baby I once changed diapers for - changed but not spoilt by the passage of time.
She has been elected as a Library Prefect. So every week she gets to surround herself in the musty comfort of the books she loves. I used to be the same. Genetics. So sure yet so unpredictable.
Oh by the way..she constantly speaks to us with sentences peppered by Japanese words..Wakata..Kombawa...