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Chapter 2 - Cry.

Several days have passed since the arrival of our new guests. Their company had helped me cope with the loss of my father, at least during the day. The night is a completely different situation. The silence and the little activity make me be in my thoughts and my father's image is constantly in them.

When the morning arrived my mood changed. I feel with energy and happy. My mind was more occupied with my duties as a sultana and above all for being able to share laughs and stories with Genie, Dalia and the children. Speaking of the latters, I smiled when I saw them running through the garden behind Abu, who had found in them his new goal of fun since he start to hide their things. It was the little game that the three of them had created.

—Good morning my Sultana. — I shook my head amused when I sat down at the table for breakfast. Genie kept telling me things like Sultana, your excellence or your majesty. I knew he was proud to see that I had finally achieved one of my dreams, but I did not feel the need to be constantly appointed by it.

— I already told you that I do not want you to call me that. — I said serving me some tea. - Jasmine. Only Jasmine is fine.

— Only Jasmine will be. — I shook my head again smiling. It was impossible to change him.

That's how breakfast started. Lian and Omar had been the first to have breakfast. Dalia commented that life on the seas made them wake up very soon so the children had been awake for hours.

— I hope you like what we have decided for breakfast... — Aladdin began to explain. - We have... jams. Yam jams. Fig jams. Date jams.

— Yam jams! — Dalia said funny and we all broke into a laugh.

—Now we only need tiny spoons! — This time was me the one that released a tremendous laugh. Aladdin looked at me smiling. I think that was the first time I laughed openly at something since baba's death.

The rest of the breakfast continued with the same atmosphere while the children came and went running after Abu and now with Rajah, who had joined their particular game.

— Be careful. — Dalia recriminated them when they run close to one of the vases at the entrance.

— Yes mommy! — The two children answered in unison but as soon as they were out of the room they start running again.

—Maybe is better if I go after them. — Dalia got up.

— Do not worry. I'm sure Rajah will not let happen anything.

Dalia sat down again and we finished breakfast. We continued talking about the plans we had planned to do during the day and when I was about to tell what Aladdin and I had thought for them, since Genie and Dalia had only agreed to return to Agrabah if we entrusted them with some work, one of the cookers, which had been working since before my birth, unexpectedly entered the room carrying Lian and Omar, who were completely impregnated in some kind of sauce. Behind them came Rajah and Abu, who also carried the same substance over them.

— These children have destroyed five liters of tomato sauce...

—Oh! Dear! — Dalia had put her hands to her head while Genie got up to inspect the damage.

—If we add a little salt, it would be a good meal. — The children laughed at his father's comment.

The cooker let go the children's hands and they approached their mother.

—Dalia you cannot deny that they are your children. You did the same thing when you were little... although that time the food you destroyed was for the Sultan of Upanistan... — And making this last statement the cooker left.

—In my defense I will say that I was escaping from one of the maids who intended to cut my hair. — We all started laughing. —But... we're going to have a long conversation... — Said putting herself at the height of both children.

—Mommy, this sauce is beginning to be itchy.

—Expect it to get worse... — Dalia said while taking out the children to clean them.

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After an entertaining morning I returned to my chores as a sultana. Despite the fact that in recent years I had made great improvements for the people of Agrabah. There was still much work to be done. My next assignment was to focus on the legislation that had regulated the kingdom. The first law that I had change was the one which would force me to marry a prince, but there were many others, which was more ambiguous than the previous one, such as that only children born within marriage could be sultans…

What an absurd law. I thought.

At that moment someone knocked on my door.

—Is open.

Dalia was the person who knocked on my door.

— Have you already gotten rid of all the tomato? — I teased.

—In them, yes. But I think that now I'm going to be the one who cannot get the smell out of my hands. — She laughed briefly but then she remained serious. —I came to apologize. I do not know why they have behaved like this.

I raised a hand to stop her.

—You do not need to apologize. They are children. They must play and play pranks. Also, as I understand ... the guilty one was Abu. — Apparently the little monkey was the one who snuck into the kitchen and the children did nothing but try to get him out of there.

Dalia walked around the room until she noticed what was on my desk.

—I see that you are still making changes.

I smiled proudly. —My father was a great Sultan, but I cannot deny that the reforms he carried out were quite scarce.

—For that we have you now. — She patted on my back. —But it saddens me a lot not to see him. I would have liked to say goodbye to him.

Although we had sent her a thousand letters, communication with a ship on the seas was quite complicated. So when baba became ill, it was impossible for them to arrive on time.

— He would have liked to see you too. I remember how each time one of your letters arrived I read them to him again and again.

— Really?

— Of course! He really wanted to meet your children... — I was also getting sad when I remembered it. Dalia who noticed it ran to hug me. I tried to avoid my tears.

—Jasmine it's good that you cry. You must mourn your father.

With the words of Dalia, encouraging me to leave my feelings free, the tears gushed out of my eyes. With her embrace I felt again like that the hole that my father had left in my heart began to close.