Sunday, July 19, 2009
Reminiscence on little Timothy~
Everytime when I saw kids the same age as my son, I would remember his wicked and naughty smile. I can't help myself to miss him even more now since he started to stick closely to me every weekend when I return from KL. He's a very smart boy. If he wanted to eat something and he can't get it himself, he would make this sad-puppy eye looking at you and hint that he wanted something. Then, you couldn't help yourself but to fall for that cute little devil face by giving him what he wants. Currently he caught some cough and flu. Pity him. Today was a bit sad because when it's time for me to leave and return to KL he was sleeping so he didn't manage to send me to the bus station. It was quite a heavy feeling for me to leave him as he was sick and the guilt of can't be there to take care of him deepened. I really really had this wish that I wasn't that smart. I can't roll in into the university then I might lead a normal and a plain housewife's lifestyle. The only thing that bothers me is what should I cook for lunch and dinner, is the cloths dry yet, or maybe, should I teach ABC 1st or 1,2,3 to Timothy?Not like here, worrying about assignments, tests, quizzes, exams, lecturer's mood and so on. Maybe Timothy too prefer that I stayed at home so I can play with him more often. He's a sweetheart actually (if the Devil's not awaken) as he would always make this cute yet cool little faces outside and that makes those aunties melt. Maybe he would be a ladykiller when he grows. Even when I'm angry he would try to stop a little and look at my face then starts to make this funny faces to make me laugh again. Actually, having 2 kind of different lifestyle wasn't a bad idea at all. At least I wouldn't be bother to care bout my university for 3 days and wouldn't bother about my house for 4 days. That makes a week. Quite a balance for my phsycological needs. I really hope that after I graduate I could work nearby my home so I could face him 24/7 cause missing him really can be a torture sometimes. Also, I don't want Timothy to grow up where his mother is not often around him. I wish to be at his side everytime. \(*v*)/ Love you, Tim.
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