Not the Perfect Wife
4. Women's perfume
right on this day of my son's birthday, it doesn't feel like his age is coming any more and we're just the two of us every year.
as usual, my son and I were celebrating just the two of them in his bedroom.My heart was sliced when I saw my son who was always happy when he lit a small candle and would blow it, unconsciously my tears dripped without permission.this heart felt tight, even breathing I could not.
but my son's smile was clear he was very happy.he did not understand anything, but if one day he understood I could not imagine what he was feeling.
my only desire is that I want my son's life to be happy so that this sweet smile will never fade from my eyes.
his happiness is the main thing in my life, whatever I will do for his happiness.he is a sweet, super active, chatty child, but he has a weak side like me which is a fast fragile heart. tears that quickly drip if the heart starts to feel pain.I do not want my son like me who has only survived with hopes that I can either reach or will be a mere wish.
after we prayed and sang the birthday song, I began to feed my son with my son's favorite brownie.
he was so happy he ate all the cake.
I laughed out loud as his face was full of chocolate.
this is my strength, when I'm so tired but when I see my son's smile and laughter I get the strength to stay... here I am to this day still survive for my little daughter.
morning has arrived..
I woke up at five in the morning, I woke up and started cooking breakfast for my little daughter while listening to my favorite music, my hands started moving to cut the vegetables I was going to cook.
sometimes I sing along while dancing, ahahahaha.
I'm just an orphan comforting myself in this way.
the happiness God has given me is precious to me.
sometimes my longing for my mom's dad always comes up and it makes me feel tight to my bones.
after I finished cooking and serving my dishes at the dinner table, I began to sit down and write.
oh yeah....
I am a novelist, from a small age I love to read novels or comics. With my favorite it was finally I became a writer, I often poured all my heart in my writing.
when writing my heart feels light and comfortable, until my writing is liked by many people and it makes me happier.
in the middle of my writing activities my little daughter woke up with a very funny face she immediately asked to eat.
with a smile rising on my lips, I immediately got up and served my son.
even though it was just the two of us enjoying our days without any news from my husband.
he is always busy so he cannot see the cuteness of his daughter.
may he realize this, that his son is waiting for him, wishing him to come and devote all his love to his little daughter.