The kid and her father

Each time the little girl tugged her father's trousers, he lowered himself to his daughter's height. She would then ask him how many more stations till they reach their destination. And at the next station, she asked him which station they're at. And at the station after that, she asked him why she has to wear her seatbelt while sitting in her stroller. She asked why he carries a bag, why is the strap of the bag long, why she doesnt carry a bag, how many more stations till they reach their destination.

Each time the little girl tugged her father's trousers and asked the above questions in the politest of ways, he lowered himself to his daughter's height, answered her and showered kisses on her face and she would giggle and smile.

How I wish every train ride back home were as sweet as the one today.

Frustration

Frustration.
Word pops to mind cause I was feeling frustrated.

Frustrated I was at the state of my room - no matter how much time I spent cleaning it up, and no matter how much stuff I threw away, it is in a consistent state of mess. Frustrated I was looking at the notes I wrote, struggling to decipher my scribbles. If only I had nice handwriting.

And then I realize I can't really think of anything else frustrating, Alhamdulillah.