That dreaded word

I wish I could document the first time someone called me auntie. Little did I know what a historic moment that was. The more people called me auntie, the more I started looking for old buggers so that I can call them 3ammo. All of a sudden the baqqal became 3ammo, the zabbal became 3ammo, the pharmacist became 3ammo, the baker became 3ammo, anyone who looked slightly older was a 3ammo…all in the pursuit of that little girl who still wants to think of herself riding her bicycle and running free in the streets of old Amman…. How time flies and how quickly life passes us by. I can live with auntie for now, but I am not sure how I would handle the inevitable hajjeh!!!!