"Lula, aysim, aysim." Baby S is doing some serious baby talk. She was tugging at my skirt while saying over and over again, "Lula, aysim!" And still I couldn't understand what she was saying. Only when I heard that oh-so familiar kalembang of Mamang Sorbetero's bells did I get it: ICE CREAM!
I said, "Sophie, ice cream." And she goes, "Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream." And from then on, whenever I'm home in the afternoons, we had taken to waiting for Mamang Sorbetero and his tub of cool delights.
Baby S and I eat the ice cream with gusto, biting into the sweet crispy cone with greed. And there, sitting side by side on a rock under the shadow of our mango tree, I could only surmise, "Life doesn't get sweeter than this."
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