A lot had changed since the demise of our grandmother, and now I guess I was already used to Amani's body or should I say warmness.

What happened was that, during our stay in our family house I was tasked with cuddling her because she was losing it.

Hence I would always embrace her, make sure she's okay and/or keep her mind off whatever will remind her of our grandmother.

The only time we are separated was when she would go to bed, she used to sleep in Baba Sagir's chamber with her parents.

Trust me, even after we returned back to our house I couldn't get enough of her...