The Golden Title

Those pretty nights when we cuddle and hug,just before your beautiful eyes close gently with the ecstasy of sleep,those are the moments when you merrily paint my world red with love.

A snippet from one such night:

Me:Yaddu,are you happy that God gave us you as your mum and appa?
Y:Amma,when we were up there with God,He gave us a special machine(dont' miss the sci-fi touch)where we could talk.Its attached to ourtummies.However God never forgets to remove those machines before He puts us into Mummas.
Me:(Simply open mouthed)...............
Y (continues.....):So,God said I can go and choose my amma and appa.He took me to a room.Its called the Blue Room.Mamma,its full of very bad appas.
Me:(Now simply curious..).I stay quiet though...
Y:Then He took me to a red room,and that was full of bad bad mummas.
Me:Oh no.What happened next?
Y:I was sad,i dint like any of those mummas and pappas.
Me: Hmmm
Y: God then told me there was beautiful Golden room,with the most golden parents.and we went there.And I saw you and Appa there Mumma. You are from the golden room.
Me:(Bursting with love and pride..i said) Wow,that must be special!
Y:Ma,so so special.Only very special and good parents get to stay in the Golden Room.And,you were smiling at me. Im so lucky that I got the most Golden Parents.
Me:I try to keep my tears under wraps ..and then we hug

“I really saw clearly, and for the first time, why a mother is really important. Not just because she feeds and also loves and cuddles and even mollycoddles a child, but because in an interesting and maybe an eerie and unworldly way, she stands in the gap. She stands between the unknown and the known.” -Maya Angelou