Noura, i miss her.
Miss her laughs
Her bounce
Her crippled face when she bumps her head
Her anticipation
Her stories told with pure body gestures that are immensly cute
Her arm brace
Her weight sleeping on me
Her wide eyes
And a pair of eyelash so beautiful that it hurts to see them wet
Her giggles
Her teeth sounds grinding down ice
Her whimper when she pleads for something
Her baby talk
And her cute little acts finding herself infront of a mirror
Her showing off teeth
Her 'ooh' face and the accompanying index finger shooting out
Her loving kiss
Her habbit of dragging someone by the finger
And i miss her peaceful face sucking in a thumb while sleeping,
and the old tali guling tht she cnt sleep without.
Youre my inspiration, baby.
And still i have glimpse of u every now and then
The times we spent together
Are ones i cherish and look forward to
May He the Guardian look after you. Always.
Antee.
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