December 24th, 2006


(no subject)

Mili was sick about a month ago. She woke up at 3 a.m. and called her father.

-I can't sleep. Please, do me a favor, sing me a song.

After 3 songs and a short story.

-I still can't sleep.
-Why don't you count camels?

Five minutes later, he is still in the bathroom. She is calling again. I drag myself out of bed.

-Mama, what comes after 15?
-Papa told me to count camels. I don't know what comes after 15.