By Rafiq Raji
She is fidgeting again.
Why can’t she just be still?
And what does she do when she dashes out like that?
She is back. How are you little one?
Were you sick?
A scratch there. She loosens her hair. Again.
Styles it into a single knot this time. No? Not enough.
A look at the dress. There is a tiny wrinkle there.
Where? There. Here? No, there.
Here? No, further up. Here? No, up!
This is my head! Yes, the wrinkle is there.
Another dash out.
Another hair play.
Another sitting position.
Be still, Sweetheart. Be still.