I Call Myself as Their Spare Mother
I call myself “a spare mother” of these two kids; Rayyan and Najlaa. It’s just like I suddenly have them without ever bearing. From them I’ve learned a sincere love. They love me as return though I never ask for. How glad to feel whenever I make Rayyan as the first student who comes at his school or at reading course he joins. I can feel his pride to be the number one from his sparkling smile. How happy to feel whenever I also can adjust him with something by giving smooth warns, not with anger or even tantrum. And it is a kind of happiness too, if I can calm Najlaa down, the younger one. This lil girl is actually much more stubborn than his brother. From these two kids, I frankly learn much about patience, ways of nurture, and love. I also finally know that a bond between families can’t be replaced by anything. I love every time they look at me when I tell a story. I love every time they laugh out loud when I make a foolish game. I love every time they tell me a story impatie...