SAVI

Chapter 1

I feel warm, too warm, I believe it's not just my two-years old cuddling in my arms.

"Aai" (Mum)

His soft voice penetrates through my slumber and it has me waking.
My eyes open on instinct, Satya is looking at me with doe eyes, green eye's darkened with sorrow, tears that stream to his chin as if mourning something.

But a kid doesn't know what mourning is right!?

For them a broken toy is like a lost family member, dropping ice cream like losing a friend until you cry and get yourself another from your Mum. Not been able to stick with mom after every 5 min means trauma and tantrums.
While I appreciate his faith in me not while it disturbs my sleep. I have been awake all night already darling.

I am on my right side with him in my arms holding something. Oh my poor baby, what happened?

"What's wrong honey?"

He tries to lift his hand and says something that I don't understand anything. Due to his gibberish tone and tears. I sit up taking him with me, and there. There is the reason of his mourning. It's cute how kids get attached to something so quickly, it's a toy which his Uncle Aaroh brought just yesterday afternoon. it broke.
I pull him on my lap wiping his tears.

"Hey! Your Mr. Titanosaurus is alright, it's just an injury like when you fell down chasing those puppies remember? "

A small nod

"Let's just fix him and he can relax and get better, okay? "

"Yes"

"Give it to me"

I turn near the night stand Holding Mr. Titanosaurus or what for me is a plastic toy with broken neck which was flexible as it is of rubber with the face and the body of plastic. I can't find anything there. I am still sleepy. But I get up settle Satya on my hip and go through a Wall cabinet in the opposite side of the room and finally find the glue to stick the rubber.

For me in the sleepy haze it's a task done. But Satya is not satisfied as he looks at the dinosaur with scrutiny, and disappointment. Rubber even if glued becomes solid, it won't be as flexible as before but.... Well! We'll replace it. Before he can say anything further, I say

"He is still injured. He has been aided but he needs time to rest, okay? Let him be for some time so he can play with you later. "

That puts him at ease and he say's

"Yes mumma!"

And hugs my neck, now I wanna pee so bad. I let him on his feet but he isn't ready. He looks at me and say's

"I van to pay"

"Give me 5 minutes, okay? "

He frowns and says "Mo"

For him no is mo. He is demanding. There was once a time in my life when I considered demanding men as toxic and purposefully avoided a man due to the same trait, but my little traitor who looks up to me after taking every and any small action, changed demands meaning for me. While his father used to demand something that was unacceptable, his son demands something that is non refusable.

Everyone considers Satya calm. He is not. Yes, his resilient, but that's the trait he inherited from his father like every other. Satya is notorious he just very smart and people don't actually realize it's him until it's too late, just like him. He is not at all like me. I can rarely say he resembles me in any way, nor the looks or habits nothing. He has black hair, green eyes, chubby body. People who meet him for the first time can recognize whose son he is. The only thing is Satya father had an identical brother, who was once my best friend, so people often mix the two. But I am quick to clarify their doubt on the matter.