Author Amber Hasan
A day before Christmas eve, I stepped out to run errands, do grocery, last run to the bank. We emptied the car and got inside. I was extremely tired and did not even have the energy to ask them to put things in place.
I went upstairs, offered my prayers and somehow just crashed on the bed. An hour or some 40 minutes later, I woke up. The moment I got up, everything I had to do later that evening came to my mind. I had to bake, cook, clean.
And then the images of the dirty kitchen and things scattered all over the living room made me shudder. I clearly had lost the battle before it even started.
I stepped in the living room and stopped as if someone had waved a magic wand.
The living room was as clean as it could ever be: no scattered shopping bags, no scarves and mitts, and hats, no papers, no bills, nothing.
I rushed to the kitchen, sparkling kitchen table, clean counters, fruits in the fruit basket, no grocery bags, no dishes in the sink.
The person who actually did all that was still busily brooming in the corner of the kitchen. She turned around and saw me and just stopped to see my reaction.
I gestured her to come close and when she did, I hugged her tightly, so tightly that a few knuckles in her spine cracked.
To top it all off, the kettle on the stove was brewing. She knew mom would wake up tired and would want some tea with the fruit cake.
I do not know what good I may have done to have such amazing children. God bless her! This kid is way under 10 years of age.