Category: Children

Sophea T. Amari

Unicorns & The Red Sea

I lie with her in bed one night, stroking her silken hair, humming Out of Darkness under my breath. She is still awake, her eyelashes casting shadows onto her cheeks. She quietly grasps her velveteen terry-cloth blanket and watches me with her big, round eyes. I am most content and happiest for moments like these. …

Sophea T. Amari

A moment of weakness

I’ve been in the hospital with my daughter for the last 2 days. A little surgery. Poor girl. She came out of the operating theatre yesterday evening, placed in the recovery room, her small little body wrapped in some kind of foil-like thing, which I later found out was some kind of hyperthermia blanket system …

Sophea T. Amari

Cinderella Shampoo

My daughter has an obsession with princesses and fairy tales these days. She’s only 2 1/2 years old, but is already very independent and demanding, and definitely knows what she wants. Lately (and this is our fault as parents), we thought it’d be great if we introduced her to fairy tales. I bought 2 huge …

Sophea T. Amari

The Party

It was late and she was getting tired, sitting at her desk, planning for the birthday party. Her note pad was filled with scribbles and charts, remarks in red and purple ink. She had the pinata sorted out, finally. Food, drinks and the cake had been ordered, although she had had a shouting match with …

Sophea T. Amari

Me, Mother

When I became a mother, the thought of being a stay-at-home-mum (SAHM) occurred to me approximately 3 times. And all 3 times, I brushed away that possibility. Perhaps, in the future, it may be an eventuality. I don’t know, truth be told. With higher costs of living, expandable careers, the rise of the capital market, …

Sophea T. Amari

Oh painful love

There is a flutter beneath my breast. I am thinking of you- your smile, the feel of your body against mine. The light touch of your ruby-red lips on my cool cheek. Your warm, full-hearted hug when you put your arms around my neck and cling on to me, like there is no tomorrow, like …

Sophea T. Amari

Weekend Getaway

Fridays. They’re the best days of the week, well, almost. I love Fridays. Because it means the work week has come to an end, and the weekend beckons, promising longer sleep hours and time with the family. Which is not to say I don’t enjoy my work. I do. But every little break counts. No …