"Of course it's an answer," Zahira murmured, amusement touching her face as Zuma started to swing her hands. "It is a mother's answer. A mother loves all her children just the same."
It seemed that the crisis had been adverted for now and she simply sighed, ever so softly. "You are. You're all too old for me to fuss over now. I remember when you were teeny and tiny my little one. I hope you don't mind if I still fuss over you just a little."