“Mamma is my favourite girl”, said my four year old putting his arms around me.
“And you are my favourite boy”, I replied hugging him back. “You and your brother.”
I know I am not going to remain his favourite girl for two long. Someday, I am going to be edged out by other girls, and I am ready for that.
He hugs me today, but in a couple of months, he is going to get self-conscious and start pushing me away when I try.
Till then, let me savour the moment. And hope that I always remain his friend.
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