Clap Your Hands

   After changing the clothes of my 3 year old daughter (Hadassah) when she got back from school, I went on to changing mine as we were preparing for our Weekly evening service and I heard her sing,

“if you’re happy and you know, clap your hands; if you’re happy and you know, clap your hands…”
  
   I was interrupted for a beat to recap past event as I watch her sing, clap and dance.
   Her biological mother, who happened to be my friend, was involved in a motor accident that took her life last April. This incident traumatized her, her elder brother and their dad as they (the kids) had to move into our Godmother’s house to attend the school owned by our Godmother.
   Though our Godmother tries a lot in taking good care of them, perfectly well in such that they’re less disturbed by the event, they still feel the odd and always want to be with their dad always (as it appears that they trust only him, strongly) .
   It’s been a year plus now, pondering on where her mother has been, she keeps living on the love that is been showered on her and her big brother, keeps believing that one day, she’d see her mother, one that has been unintentionally absent in her life and that of her brother’s, she keeps living the moments; some of which she sings, clap her hands and shakes her tiny waist to the tune of her happiness.

#sliceoflife