The other night, my daughter Robelle, in a moment of unguarded sentimentality, cried to me saying, “Papang, I don’t want to grow up.”
“Why?”, I queried.
“Because that would mean you and Mama growing old.”, she replied.
I embraced her and whispered, “That’s life, anak. Children grow up. Parents grow old. What matters most is that we live life to the full while we are still here.”
Somebody once said that what matters more is not how many years you have in your life but how much life you have in your years.
After I prayed over her, Robelle went to sleep peacefully with a smile on her face…in my arms.