Luqman: “Mommy, why are you crying?”
I stopped scrolling to immediately put the BlackBerry away. Stupid gadget bearer of stupid, sad news!
Me: “I am crying because I am sad about my friend.”
Luqman: Who is that?
Me: “My blogger friend, Dalilah. She’s fighting cancer now, son.”
Luqman: “What is cancer Mommy?”
Me: “Cancer is a bad disease who eats up people’s immune system, son. So you become very sick if you have cancer.” (What the hell are you talking about woman?)
I smiled looking at those big innocent eyes, full of anticipation, inquisitiveness lay apparent.
Luqman: “Don’t be sad, mommy. I go kick cancer for your friend okay?”
Me: “You do that young man… just do that for my friend, will you?”
While I am busy charting life, traveling and planning to scale the globe in trivial pursuit to tell a story, my good friend, Dalilah, is busy fighting cancer instead. It has been months since I last met her. I am ashamed to call myself a friend.