close to me

finally, his baba came back from his expedition to the greener pasture, which was, er, not so green after all.

as we’d predicted, he was hesitant at first and clung on to his mummy when his baba offered to pick him up. but after he saw his baba carrying aniq – the first time he’s met the little one – his wall of resistance fell.

five months, and he still remembers his baba. five months, in which he’d learnt to walk AND talk. five months, of missing all that action.

i could never do that, sacrifice five months to pursue my dreams, away from my little one.

my five precious months, they’re only to be close by my babe.