Jeckyll and Hyde

You know that every stranger who looks at her smiles. They can’t help it. The slightly more extrovert ones, are compelled to wave at her, make funny faces or talk to her. In the end, while waving bye-byes they invariably say something like, ‘She’s an angel’.

Of course she is. She’s our angel. Our bundle of joy. She makes the world a brighter place. She’s the apple of our eyes.

If she was a character of novel, however, the one thing you could not have said about her is that she’s a flat character. No.  

At times our angel has a dark side. She throws tantrums. She shrieks. She throws food all over herself, the floor and us. She takes pleasure in doing what she knows we don’t want her to do. Pulling at a wire. Taking off her clip. Poking me in the eye.

Of course we get all our excitement from our bundle of joy. We hate having a control over our emotions. Our emotions have become just as child-like as they can be. One minute wanting to tear our hair out. The other minute, watching her sleep. Oh man, its more peaceful than sitting idly on a beach and sipping a cold beer. Angel.