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After spending an extended two-week holiday in Tarlac, Arani is home. (A little FYI to those who care, the word "Arani" is a Greek word for "orange." My wife Arlene and her siblings Arnel, Arnold, and Aricel had a weird notion to name their children "Ar-". Heck, it could be Aragon or Arwen due to their popularity during those times. Arani was the best compromise I could make.) Not surprisingly, Arani grows up to have fascination for colors. Her clothes should always match, preferably pink or purple thank you very much. She calls me her "brown" Dada but in times of her tantrum she longs for a pink one.
In the eyes of my three-year-old princess, Ella is Queen. Arani, my daughter, emulates all the things Queen Ella does -- that crazy boom-tarat-tarat charade, fascination for boots, and accessorizing with fake curly hairs. Arani does not mind being away with Dad and Mum as long as she's with Ella. Here's a picture I took of Ella shortly before I left for Manila two days ago (January 1). She just came from asking aguinaldo from her aunts and uncles. Last night, I got a call from Arani telling me she misses me and that she wants me there by her side ASAP -- for the first time!!! My heart did that boom-tarat-tarat thing.
