Call Me Sentimental, 'Cause Indeed...

...Sentimental is my middle name. I hoard memories and various souvenirs to bring smiles, laughters, or even tears in the future. I cherish sincere gestures and words. I can suddenly burst into peals of laughters or tears upon remembering things.

I was dead tired from the trip back and forth from Bandung to Jakarta on second day of Eid. Thankfully Aza slept soundly. He is such a sweet, lovable baby. But I couldn't rest. The journey took about 12 hours. Yes, the traffic was heavy. Insomnia reigned again, forcing me to spend hours doing anything except sleeping.

And then my angel called.

Suddenly I was as good as new.

Duo Paraclet, I thank thee.