My Daughter's Fame

Just the other day, as I got back from work, my husband picked me up at the side of the main road where I usually get off the bus.
As usual, my oldest daughter and my son came along.
Then, when we were almost home, some girls, about the same age as my oldest, called out..."Khansa!"
And my daughter replied with a mature-like "Apa?!"
Wow!
My daughter's famous.
I'm not really a neighbor-going-talking person. I'm pleased that my daughter is not as aloof as I am.
We have just moved to this new rented place about a couple of months ago and yet my daughter has made a lot of friends. More than I do-I only talk to my next door neighbors, occasionally.
She's almost never home now. She knows her way around our new neighborhood. She knows her friends and plays with them endlessly.
I'm glad and sad at the same time. I'm glad that she has no problems in adjusting or going into new surroundings. I'm sad that she already has a world of her own, which I'm not really apart of.
I'm still trying to cherish the toddlerhood moments here but she's breaking free and soon will be too busy to chat with ibu!
Grow well and good, my daughter!