"Eshal, don't make me spank you today because you don't feel like going to school." Ilham scolded her five year old daughter who kept jumping on her bed because she said school is stressing and she won't go ever again.
"But mommy, you know how they make someone tired and give too many assignment. Aunty Margaret even punished me the other day." Eshal complained, pouting her lips and folding her arms on her chest.
Ilham sighed, her daughter is growing fast and she is talking too much. Even though her mother said she takes after her when it comes to rambling, she still doesn't like the fact about her daughter is talking too much. It just didn't sit well with her for some odd reasons.
She is afraid that she will ramble to some strangers about their lives in the house though nothing is happening because they live alone with her mother. Sometimes they talk about nature things but she is not sure if she understands that or not. They should start taking caution real fast.
"Eshal, I'm asking you for the last time to get your small bombom into the bathroom." She used the word because that will bring a giggle from her daughter and it will be lighter.
"Mommy, my bombom is not small. It's bigger than Mukhlisa's." She giggled before fleeing into the bathroom and locking it because she wants to do it herself, she said she is grown.
Ilham sighed with a smile before going back to her room to get dressed for the day also. She has an interview with a tv channel today so she needs to look her very best for it. The station is very popular so any moment will be captured.
After changing into so many clothes, she settled on nude silk floor length gown, matching muffler and small golden bag with her heels and she is done. She did her usual light makeup and left the room to check on her daughter.
She found Eshal dressed in her uniform. White shirt with red bow tie and knee length pinafore and her knee length white socks ending with black loafers.
"Good girl, let's go now." She picked her dora the explorers bag from her closet and they leave the room together and walked down the stairs.
She lives in a two storey cozy house with her mother and daughter and one old maid. Her work did get her enough money to do a lot of things and provide for her family. Her father died some years back leaving her with responsibilities, more like died to them.
She is not the only child but since she is older, she is the one to do everything. Her younger siblings are not home at the moment. Her cousin brother is working and won't be back for a short while and her sisters are in university and they won't be back soon.
They descended down the stairs and help themselves to the dining room. The housemaid always help with their food and sometimes her mother also give her a hand and it looks like today is one of those days, their chats is echoing around the house from the kitchen as they try to finish the last touches of everything.
"Good morning, mom." Ilham greeted her mother as she helps her daughter sit on the dining chairs so they can eat quick and leave.
"Morning, my love and you too little biscuit." She pinched her granddaughter's cheeks before settling just opposite her, letting the housemaid do the rest of the work.
"Good morning, Ilham and you too Esh." The old housemaid, forty years old greeted and kept the other gorgeous anchor rose gold stainless food flask on the glass dining table.
"Morning, Uwani." Ilham greeted together with her daughter before they say their small bismillah and started eating their breakfast which consist of yam balls, friend egg and apple juice.
"I won't be back early today so you can keep my dinner in the oven." She said to her mother before bidding her adieu and leave with her daughter hot on her tail.
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