A note for my son
Hadiff,
Yesterday, you were crying loud when Ummi reached Taska Ilham. You were calling my name "Ummi!! Ummi! Ummi!", you ran outside with tears on your cheeks (tp Ummi tau anak Ummi memang pandai keyau kann). But you stopped crying almost instantly when Ummi hold you..and you made that mengadu face again just like last time when you quarreled over bakul baju dengan Mama's nephew.
Pengasuh said you refused eating, you chose ayaq masak over your milk.. you men..men then sebek..men...men..then sebek.. Ummi guessed you sebek when you suddenly teringat kat Ummi or Abah or is it Abang Aiman (anak pengasuh dulu?).
Ummi knew you must be starving kan.. Ummi bought bubur nasik on the way home and you kept asking "Ashik...ashik..ashik!!" and when Ummi said "tunggu sampy umah baru makan".. you threw tantrum : "Eiiiii...ashik!!!".. Ummi so kesian at you.. At home you ate bubur nasik like you'd been fasting for the whole day... you wanted to spoon it yourself as Ummi had been slowed kann... You finished a half bowl of bubur!! Then you asked for ciuciu (read:susu) then you ate kuih talam and karipap on top of it..then you asked for another bottle of ciuciu.. you must be really hungry kann...
And because you had a tough first day in Taska, Ummi let you play with water direct from the tap while Ummi washed your diapers. Pizi taught you that right. You had so much fun sampy xmo kuar bilik air and I had to drag you out. Hadiff, if you behave well, I will let you have the fun again today..Ummi promise.
Ummi hope, everything will be ok today.. Sorry Ummi have to go to work.. sorry Ummi could not wait longer..sorry Ummi had to leave you while you were crying.
Take care naa my son.. love you!
Ummi
2 comments:
the same emotion i had the first week i left idris at Taska... i dont know bout you... i felt guilty when i saw him ate like he has never been eaten for loooong time.
the joy (or sorrow?) of being a working mom.
the same emotion i had the first week i left idris at Taska... i dont know bout you... i felt guilty when i saw him ate like he has never been eaten for loooong time.
the joy (or sorrow?) of being a working mom.
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