It is Friday today. The Little One is due home. *Shudder*
The memory of the Little One screaming his lungs out and the house down is still vivid in my mind. It did not help when he cried and could not be consoled when we visited him in the evenings this week.
Only his Granny could console him on these occasions, and I could not help but feel useless as a mother.
If only the one capable of consoling the Little One is me. But that can never happen, unless I quit my job and stay at home to look after him myself.
Cannot shake off the desolate feeling weighing heavily on my heart. Yes, I’ve always been a pessimist, there’s nothing I can do about it.
Time to visit the Little One. While I could still afford it…