Something about the lil ones that irks me a little bit. Just a
little bit.
We’re having a good day.
Absolutely brilliant.
Immensely, amazingly, awesomely brilliant day.
Then this.
I get being so happy when seeing a loved one. Heck, I may have
teared before at seeing a long lost friend/ family member coming in from a long
journey (mainly because they bear no gifts).
But the person who you see daily, are with always and are apart
from for all of six hours doesn’t need this reaction at seeing them. Especially not every time. It’s like the
lil one just came back from war and wasn’t sure he’d ever see his loved ones.
Ever. Ever. Except it was kindergarten.
Six hours people. Six hours.
Oh well. Goodbye.
