But in time, this silence will not be able to fill the void that grows. There will come an eventual time when we shall speak and converse. At that time when the environmental euphoria plateaus at the peak, and people who love and adore you take a breather to allow your father an entry into your gaps of consciousness to converse with you. When there will be only you and I engaged in a father and son bond of communications. Mine through words and yours through action..... The time has arrived.
I would never know if you are just like me, for I have no memory of how I am at your age. I have no qualms if you don't bear my resemblance, for it is your reflection to people that matters more. Hence when asked by people to describe you, I can only confidently say "Better than me"
Listen and you will hear....
While we don't speak the same language, I find it fun to communicate with you. What is amazing is how you are able to convey your feeding needs, your habits of dispelling "evil spirits", your coos of acknowledgment when I tell you my day, your enthusiasm to tell me your day, and that flicker of a spontaneous smile that makes my heart melt away...
It's interesting how through our exposure we are able to identify that you
1. Don't really like the pacifier
2. Don't like the ugly duckling
3. Don't like to be laughed at
4. Enjoy listening to Khalil Gibran
5. Do not tolerate soiled diapers
6. Like to be spoken in proper English and not adult babble....
And our journey continues....
