Bundle of Joy
I was driving down Gergaresh road last week and got stuck in Gergaresh’s traffic, which just a typical Gergaresh behavior, but I couldn’t help but notice when I was trying to practice what is known as patience, a Libyan father on the side-street, with his beautiful baby girl (the pink outfit gave her away :P) held next to his heart, smiling, proud, letting his friends shake her tiny hands and kiss her pink cheeks, practically parading her, and you can see his eyes twinkle when he’s looking at her, but I also couldn’t help but wonder, will the twinkling die as soon as his sweet bundle of joy starts talking? Will she still be his bundle of joy when she turns 18? Will the parade transform to one where he orders her to march out of his sight like that of a Nazi officer seeing a Jew?
Where does all that disappear? I often wonder, where did that twinkle fade to? Why is it when a girl grows up in Libya, she also grows out of her dad’s life?
I might be mistaken; maybe that beautiful pink baby will be her dad’s bundle of joy as long as she lives. One can only hope. But then again, one can only wonder.
Where does all that disappear? I often wonder, where did that twinkle fade to? Why is it when a girl grows up in Libya, she also grows out of her dad’s life?
I might be mistaken; maybe that beautiful pink baby will be her dad’s bundle of joy as long as she lives. One can only hope. But then again, one can only wonder.
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