We were getting ready to attend a get together. Little one came to me wearing her pink dress and a crown.
Little One: Abbu, do I look like a princess?
Me: Indeed, you are my princess. Do you know who is the king (she doesn’t quite understand the term monarch)?
Little One: You are the king.
Me: Of course! I am the king of the kingdom of my princess
Little One: But we don’t live in a palace, we are in an apartment
Me: (..thinking of how to respond)
Little One: This is our apartment palace!
Me: (Masha-Allah, she is content with what we have)
May Allah make everyone of us content with whatever we have.