Today somehow my routine seems different. Papa had been the 1st person I see and carry me. Grandma bathed me. Where's Mama? Heard that she was down with cold and refused to carry me, not even go near me. I got to hang around with Papa for the whole day. Who knows before noon, he was tired out so was I! Boy,I sure miss Mama, where are you??
1 comments:
Miss you, I think your hair grow darker.
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