Mama, Sister, Yawm (Day Nurse) and I are to have a dinner tea date.
Baba cringed playfully last night as Mama and I planned it. Mama was priming me on a thousand or so questions I should ask him. I almost blundered when Mama said I MUST ask when he plans on becoming a doctor.
I
said I didn't see a problem with a male nurse. The withering look I got
was deflected when Baba emphatically gestured shouting "Boy is right!"
She recommended he pay closer attention to his match, Zahir was rolling. He stopped laughing when Mama said a GOOD son would take off work to watch over the courtship of his baby sister!
I have said before my place in this family is odd. This is one of those times I am like the baby brother. I occasionally joke, the on call male stand in.
This morning Zahir kissed my forehead, "One more night my princess." Mama came over with breakfast for HER babies. I couldn't help notice it just happened to correspond with the day and night nurse patient turn over. That woman sees and hears ALL.
No sooner had Z left for work and Mama went back to the big house, security escorted a floral delivery to our entry. The two men were straining with the size of the arrangement. I tipped them both 50 JOD The arrangement was THAT heavy.
When Mama came back she complained her son sent yellow funeral flowers. I told her about the survey we took yesterday. That Zahir knew roses, callas, and daffodils were my favorite flowers and yellow was my all time favorite color. The room smells absolutely AMAZING!
As Mama headed back to the big house to get ready, Yawm whispered to me that he had much to learn about my sister. I could see Mama grinning in the glass. She hears EVERYTHING. Well done Yawm on passing your first Mama test.
Chase
(Yes, I created a name for him. I think Yawm 'Day' is gonna be around for a while.)
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