All That Matters

BismillahAs she flips open the cover, she is startled by a faint, purple streak that catches the corner of her eye. She looksslowly to her right. It throbs lightly.A steady beat. Slowly she reaches out towards it; her hand shaky as she is almost able to touch it.“Lord have mercy!” InshaAllahBismillah“Please put up a few decorations. I would really like the children to experience the Christmas cheer. The piano needs tuning too.”“You really are a perfectionist. I tuned it yesterday.” He puts down his tools and takes another puff from his inhaler.“Sounds terrible. Perhaps I should hire a professional,” she winks and starts walking away.“Kimberly Amber-Jane! On my sweet Sarah’s life, there’s nothing wrong with my tuning skills! Your ears are simply waaaaaaaay too sharp.”“Perhaps you’re going deaf. Don’t worry, you’re ancient, it happens.” She tap-taps further down the hallway.“Still got my charm though. What other antique could manage a kiss from a lovely lady such as yourself?”“Love you too, Bob. Get home to Sarah. It’s Christmas.” InshaAllah