The only happiness and inspiration Aaru had were the innocent giggles and cuddles of her little princess who would hang around mamma all the time she was home. Aaru never let her sadness rub on the tiny angel who was finding it weird with so happening around her for a four-year-old to witness. She deeply missed her dad too and would often ask about him. I used to put her on my lap and convince her that her daida had gone very far away to get the prettiest doll for his little Sharu and would be back soon.