Pena

I was writing one night, when my 2 year-old woke up from his sleep and asked, ''What you doing, amma? Are you reading? '' I answered, ''No, I am writing.''

            Intrigued, he continued,''Oh, are you writing about me?'' I answered, ''Yes''.

            His curiosity prompted another question, '' Are you writing about me using a pen?'' Amazed by his fascination, I answered with pride, ''Yes, I am writing about you using a pen.''

            He smiled a contented smile and shut his eyes tight, falling again in his cosy cot bed into his midnight slumber. That night my son made me smile and my pen  reminded me that my last chapter is still a very long way off...till the last of my breath.

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