A day apart

In the last 8 months Aliya and I have not spent a day apart. We have spent all 248 days together (528 days if you count pregnancy). We wake up together and we go to sleep together. There have been a few hours here and there that she was stolen from me by her some loving member of the family but all in all we have spent all 5900+ hours together since she was born. Yesterday, the fateful day had arrived; I had to leave her for the whole day. I was doing pretty good knowing she was staying with my grandmother. I knew she was safe and secure but I worried she’d miss me. I knew I was going to miss her. Throughout the day I called to check in and every time I called I was greeted with news of her happiness. “Aliya is playing.” “Aliya is smiling.” “Aliya is laughing.” “Aliya is happy.” What great news, my daughter is a happy well adjusted baby that can handle being away from her mom. Yay…? I mean, that should make me happy, shouldn’t it? I came home that evening and when Aliya saw my face she gave me precious smile and turned away from me and cuddled into her maaji. No big leap into my arms, no ‘where have you been all day’ look on her face, she was fine just where she was; she was with her maaji, she was happy. For the record, I missed her. I thought of her ever second and when I got home I wanted nothing more than to cuddle with her and kiss ever inch of her.