A touch of magic

媽妮~
Cola runs to me with tears in his eyes every time he got hurt, sometimes by tripping over himself, sometimes by clumsily scrapping his body.  Most often, being knocked down by his big brother.

咩事呀豬豬?
包包跌倒哦。
He uses his pitiful voice in order for me to drop everything and attend to his "helpless" self.

跌倒邊度啊?
哩度!
The cute toddler 'point and look' technique makes me want to sympathize with him even more.

係咩? 咁點算好啊?
媽妮搓番包包哎。
There is minimal damage, yet he wants me to kiss, hug and gently rub the wound away.

(...搓搓搓...)
好啲未?
好啲!

For me, magic is the moment when Cola's eyes light up and smile once again.

For Cola, magic is my touch which heals all his hurt.


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6 months ago, before Cola is fluent in speaking, the scenario goes like this:

(A kiss) 好啲未?

...啲!

Magic lives on.