Kwezi and I: The grand reunion

Three weeks after she left for her grandparents’ house, Kwezi is finally back and I am very happy to finally have the cuddles back. As expected, nothing that happens with us is ever drama free and I have come to realise that that’s why my journey with Kwezi from the time she was conceived to date has been an interesting rollercoaster ride. The day that I picked her from home, I had to literally negotiate terms with my parents. While normally everyone in that house is trying to emotionally blackmail me, most of them understood that I too missed her and “deserved” to have her. Except my father. Kwezi’s grandfather was very upset that my sister, who had been visiting had flown back to the US and that I was choosing to take her the same day. He tried to tell me that she was eating more, that she should stay and fully regain her appetite but I was having none of it. When everything else failed, he told me that he was going to feel lonely and sickly because Kwezi was the reason why he felt rejuvenated since she bullied him into taking walks and napping less, and I understood his pain, but I was not changing my mind this time. When everything else failed, he angrily told me that he would pick her up himself soon and that I would have no right to have her back till he is ready to “lend” her to me. My mother and I laughed out loud. I made promises to return her soon and eventually, we got into a cab and we were home. If I thought that she was missed, I didn’t really know how much until Jasmine saw her. They hugged, kissed and hugged again and fell on their play mat in giggles. I was mesmerised by their bond. There was a lot of talking in their gibberish which most of us didn’t understand but which seemed to make sense to both of them. They were both catching up and I realised that God has a funny way of not letting us in on some secrets. She was back and very happy to be home. The good news is that her appetite is back. I am told by the two wonderful people who spend most of the day with the two babies that she is eating everything that she can lay her hands on. The bad news is that I can’t eat my food in peace. I have found myself wondering what kind of pit she has developed in her stomach where all food and water, but not milk, disappear and I always smile because I am reminded that only one month ago, I was worried sick about her sudden loss of appetite. I am glad that she has her mojo back. All I need now is a fat wallet to satisfy her fat appetite.

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Kwezi and I: The grand reunion