Situation: Zoey sitting on her little potty in my paternal grand mothers room, who was called and is fondly remembered as “Amijee”
Zoey: Mama, where is amijee?
Me: Thinking how to answer this as simply as possible. Beta, amijee is with Allah Mian.
Zoey: Why Allah Mian mama?
Me: hmmm. Trying to distract Zoey, I ask whats the colour of the flower on the wall Zoey?
Zoey: Mama, but why amijee Allah Mian?
Me: Amijee was a nice lady Zoey an Allah Mian wanted her to be with him.
Zoey: Allah Mian uncle?
Me: No jaani.
Zoey: ok. Allah Mian aunty?
Me: Na jaana. Allah Mian is only Allah Mian. No uncle or aunty.
Zoey: Ok mama. Amijee pack bag and go?
Me: No Zoey. Amijee had good monkey manners (a book about manners that Zoey has) and she only took those.
Zoey: But why mama?
Me: I dont know jaani.
After a few moments of pondering
Zoey: mama, Zoey miss Amijee.
I roll my eyes….shs never even met amijee how can she possibly miss her?
Me: Haan janoo so do I.
Zoey: Why mama miss amijee?
Mama picks up zoey, washes her and shuns her out of the room to play football before more questions can be asked!
