You looked like you were ready to fall back to sleep.
But then you took a look at me.
I was writing your name in the attendance book.
I guess you know my next step is leaving the place thus you started to cry.
I can’t help but came over to give you one last kiss. It didn’t stop your cry, perhaps it gets louder?
The teacher comforted you, thus I pulled whatever strength I have to leave the place.
Walking under the rain, I cried as well.
Walking towards the car, I wonder whether my 2-years old boy understand the fact that I feel sad as well….and I wonder how other moms handle this? (other than letting the dad send you?).
*Reading my previous entry, I felt that my writing is jinxed. I said you didn’t cry and you end up crying today. I said you love jam and yesterday we fought coz you not eating the jam sandwich you made. Huh…It’s like last time when I told Sue you don’t touch daddy’s vase and next day u broke it huhu…..