Zhafran

And I know… somehow He listens my prayer. Today my relative – my Dad’s cousin, bring her newborn son to my arm. Guess what, its name is also Zhafran.

Tears burst. My eyes become wet. I always miss my tiny little Zhaf… and now I hold (another) Zhafran in my arms. Her Zhafran. Not mine. I want mine. can’t I?

But still.. this is a gift. He answers my prayer to hold Zhafran one more time… Thank God..

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