Super A: A series of soliloquies, dialogues and conversations dedicated to my son, my hero.
There are just mornings that test my patience especially when my 2 girls just alternate at trying to get my attention... as if they're playing tennis... and I am the ball. Sometimes, it can get the best of me when I don't get enough sleep which of course is always the case.
So I wake up one morning and I had just finished feeding my Hope. I was already in the shower as is my usual routine when Harperoo began to wail. I was just barely 5 minutes into the shower with shampoo on my hair. Why, why, why? I let out a heavy sigh that complemented very well with my melodrama. I had to attend to her stat otherwise risk waking up Hope and expect the inevitable symphony of crying and wailing to ensue.
As I went for my towel and about to step out, the wailing stopped. "Huh? what happened?", I thought. "Is she awake and the thought of playing with Hope stopped her wailing... by jumping into the crib?" WAAAH! "Did she fall and was knocked unconscious that she couldn't cry or even let out a whimper?" Yes, sometimes, my neurosis gets the best of me.
I hurriedly flung the bathroom door open to see what was going on... only to smile with what I saw.
Super A gave Harperoo a hug... a power-ful hug.
And just like that, Super A saved my day!
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