“Sorry booboo we’re all done.”
“We ate all the croissant. All done. We don’t have any left. Baba will have to get you some more croissant later.”
You looked at me with quiet understanding. There was a brief pause.
I was struck by a momentary loss of words. A gentle puff of delight filled the silence as you looked at me with an expectation that such a simple and direct demand would surely be met. While I beheld your confident self-assertion with amusement, I became aware that this “mundane” interaction had ushered me into a realm charged with the sacred.
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