Waiting for Mama

I don't know who is more tired, Bella or me. She doesn't sleep much, was up till midnight, no naps today. She knows her Mama is coming mañana, and she wants to sleep by the door so she will see Mama when she gets here. I've explained over and over that we're going to Baba's house in the morning to feed the cat, and then at lunchtime we're going to the airport: Mama's coming to the airport. In the afternoon. Mama's not coming to the door. But she's still camping out by the door.

Think of all the people you've adored and awaited with joyful expectation: wasn't there always a kid in you, heavy-lidded and camping out by the door?