One morning, i woke up. I was 5 years old. Mum and Dad had gone to work meanwhile my older sis was getting ready to go to school. I heard her asked for the location of her socks to our nanny and left afterwards. That morning was quite. I did my routinity as a toddler.
I drank some milk.
Nanny had me showered.
She put on some powder.
Made me ate my breakfast
I played outside.
Watch TV.
Ate my lunch.
Took a nap.
Played with my sis.
Watched her did her homework.
Played some more.
And ate our dinner.
CLICK
I heard the door opened.
"Mum's home!!!"
She looks tired but she smiled when she saw us. I could feel her finger brushing through my hair. She went to the kitchen and brought a platter full of food for dad. "Enjoy your meal" she said. She went back and bring another for herself.
I waited patiently for them to finish. She then went to her room and changed her clothes. "This is the time", I thought. I sneak to her room and watched her laying down to bed. Tired was never on my vocabulary that day. I want the attention and I miss her. I crawl to her bed and slept next to her.
"Mum, may I sleep on your arm?", asked me half whispering.
"Mum's arm is tired, sweetie. Your head is heavy.", she answered.
"It's okay, mum", I said cheerfully and slowly stretched her arm to my side. I dragged her sleeve so it could cover the part of her arm that i would be sleeping on. "This way, you wouldnt have to carry the weight of my head because the germs on your sleeve will carry them for you" I smiled and started to lay my head. It was soft and warm. I love my mum.
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