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Mother's Intuition

Two Sundays ago, while playing with my two daughters. I dropped a bomb.

"Bebi A, 6 months old ka na, si Ate 6 months nung mahulog sa kama"

During that day, I've been quite wary of that. I was actually keeping my eye on Bebi A coz she's been turning left and right, and I am really scared that she'll fell off the bed. I even asked Ate A not to leave her alone.

But, I did. I left a sleeping Bebi A on our bed, pillows on her sides.

We were having our lunch when we heard her. It was not a cry of pain, but more of a cry of anger.

So I asked Pre to look. He went inside and after a while, I followed. Much to my panic, we saw her on Dawter T's bed trying to reach a Piknik can (Piknik is a potato snack --- my all time fave!). I don't know whether I wanted to laugh or cry at that moment (at an early age, I can foresee that she's following mommy as a junk food addict).

I should have heeded to those thoughts that came to me --- that I shouldn't leave her alone. Good thing, she fell on Dawter T's bed. But, what if she fell on the other side?

It's a question I don't want to answer.

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SimplyMuah said…
uy, san ka nakakabili ng piknik dito? =)

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