Yesterday in bed, while gazing upon her sleeping face – so close by, her breath stirring the little hairs on my cheek – I wondered:
“Whose nose will she have?”
Her nose still has the infant’s buttonlike quality, but it is slowly taking on a character of its own. Just like the rest of her face. Last week I glimpsed the change. Was it that her hair lay longer andÂ straighter after her bath (it’s curling only in the back now)? Or because she had that sleek palor after an illness (a bad cold, don’t worry), which made her seem… older? Or the look in her eye, withÂ a deeper understanding behind it, andÂ more difficult questions?
So will she have my big, pointyÂ European nose? Or her Baba’s broader, flatter AsianÂ nose? A bit of both? (HopefullyÂ not all of both!)
Will she be kind? And good?
The anwer is simple:
She will have her own nose.