Days

Finally..

I'm home.

Have been having late nights at the office as of late. Pressure.

I hope it's all worth it in the end. But then again, I hope my son does not hate me.

Well, at least I try to pick him up at school whenever I can..

He's in his 2nd week. Alhamdulillah, so far I've seen progress. Although he becomes clingy in the morning.. Whenever I call the school, he's playing. And when I picked him up, he tries.. in his own language, to excitedly tell me about his day

This makes me happy

Even though I can't understand 50% of what he's saying, he talks to me in sentences like as if we're having a conversation..

:)

Ahh all these memories makes staying up late bearable.

To build his future..

Xx
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