Kemarin ini Ferrel sempat panas waktu ditinggal ayah pulang. Malam sebelumnya dia merajuk ga mau ditinggal ayahnya packing. Kami jadi harus berjibaku packing sambil si ayah menggendong Ferrel (or as we like to call him: Poldi – named after a scarecrow character in a children’s book). Ayah yang ditelpon keesokan harinya langsung sedih waktu mengetahui his bundle of joy panas (which I think might be of a psychological factor instead of anything else). Setelah dikompres beberapa lama panasnya berangsur-angsur pulih dan dia ceria kembali seperti biasa. The heartbreaking episodenya ialah ketika melihat dia selalu kembali ke pojok headboard tempat tidur dan mengambil pigura fotonya dengan si ayah. Kalo udah begini rasanya suka terselip perasaan bersalah, entah kenapa..
Pol..pol…kecil-kecil kamu udah bisa protes kalo kangen. Ayah langsung merasa kalo He is the Proudest Dad. Indeed hun, you are.
Pol..pol…kecil-kecil kamu udah bisa protes kalo kangen. Ayah langsung merasa kalo He is the Proudest Dad. Indeed hun, you are.
We both are.
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I'm the proudest dad dear. It's hard to pack while seeing him "bobo" (and U of course) where within less than 6 hours the taxi is waiting outside to pick me up (again).
Well, same condition applies to me when seeing boy of his ages is playing with his proudly parents, saying "mommy daddy I love u" or "Wo Ai Ni" :D
One day, after I jogged around my block, i headed to gymnastic park straight away. Meanwhile, there was there a young father with his son about the same age as our bundled of joy.
Then this little fella stared at me for 5 seconds, and started laughing while showing his 4 teeth. Instanly I told the father that I also have son like him but i dont see him everyday (With bigger eyes of course). He replied, "You must miss him a lot"
Damn sure I am
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