Last
night, as I was going through a page I managed, I came across some not
so nice comments about my posting (on my wall yesterday but was copied
by an excited grandmother) about training Miea to 'puasa.' I replied as
gently as I can. But I was feeling a bit sad even as I lie down next to
Miea to sleep.
This morning, I woke up because I felt tiny hands cupping my face. Miea looked at me, worriedly.
Miea: It's OK, Mama
Mama: What is it, sweetheart? (totally forgot that Mama went to sleep, sad)
Miea: It's OK, Mama. I love you (and went back to sleep)
Oh my little rock...you can always cheer me up even when I didn't say anything. Mama and Miea...connected in spirit :)
This morning, I woke up because I felt tiny hands cupping my face. Miea looked at me, worriedly.
Miea: It's OK, Mama
Mama: What is it, sweetheart? (totally forgot that Mama went to sleep, sad)
Miea: It's OK, Mama. I love you (and went back to sleep)
Oh my little rock...you can always cheer me up even when I didn't say anything. Mama and Miea...connected in spirit :)
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