“Mommy, Mommy nak pegi mana?” My two-year-old boy asked. His eyes dilated. His cherub cheeks smeared with traces of butter from his breakfast.
“Mommy nak pergi office, Luqman. I am going to my office, okay?” Guilt consumed every fiber of my being every time I have to leave him behind.
“Mommy, Mommy pretty sangat!” And he ran off to his grandmother, singing on top of his lung.
Ah, so sweet. I must have saved the world in my previous life to deserve this child.
I know, I know, I know… it’s cheap to fish compliment from your own child. But it matters not if I am ugly to the rest of the world, so long as I am “pretty” to Luqman.
p/s: I apologise for serious lack of substance in this blog lately, I am trying to finish the write-up on royal charity dinner hosted by KL Foundation to Criminalise War- it has been almost a week, and I only have 2 paragraphs so far!(Picture above is of Luqman and his cousin sister, Tia)