Rama's father and I are separated. (Amicably so, thank god). So far, the arrangement has been to have Rama spend somewhat alternate nights at each parent's home throughout the week.
Last night, she slept at my apartment. But her father came by to visit. And then he goes emo on her.
Rama's Papi: I'll miss you. Pag hindi kita katabi, parang sobra kitang miss, hindi ako makatulog.
Rama looks concerned. She wants to console him. And then this piece of advice, delivered ever so gently:
Rama: 'Pag higa mo, pikit mo lang mga mata mo. Tulog ka lang. Masasanay ka rin.