He wanted me to take a picture of his toy too. Wearing a little sumbrero, he calls me again and again to show me his new tricks and funny acts. I missed you Zaiid!My 2.2yo son visits me on weekends ever since the doctor advised me a complete bed rest. In the meantime he lives with his grandparents to give me that full rest. It's never been easy being separated with him. The guilt is always there, the missing, the endless cravings of his laughter... it always seemed I'm less of a mother to him. But I know love understands more than we can. We know that these sacrifices are rooted from love itself for our BabyManghud and that no matter how far we are from each other, our love for our family never stops growing.
Soon these visiting hours will come to an end.
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