“I am eating mani (peanut),” Cj stressed when I asked him what was he doing. He swayed his glossy hair muttering quietly ‘Mommy, Mommy…’ before he went out of the bedroom to play with cousins. My mother then took over the keyboard. Blimey! my 69-year old mother finally chatting with me online? Do I really get a rest now from expensive overseas calls? I hope Cj’s computer gets a rest too from the dust or cobweb.
Technology does a perfect job of bringing us closer to loved ones. I appreciate it more than ever.
And that’s my perfect Christmas!