Early morning around 7:30, I heard Zee getting down the bed. As i wore mask to sleep, I could sense him not far from me. Lifting my eye mask, i saw him sitting under the table. I was unsure why he did that. I stretched out my arms to welcome him to my embrace, he did not come forward.
I returned to sleep and heard some ruffles. A slow fume was starting to brew within me. Then, I saw him next to me. My heart melted and I embraced him. Zee broke out and sobbed :"I made the bed last night. i wanted to bring you to the room. i waited for you at the sofa but i fell asleep."
I hugged him tightly and said, "Thanks for loving me". Slowly, Zee calmed down. Then I realized how much my son loved me. I have always thought he loves his god mum and 4th aunti more than me. This is the first time I feel that my son loves me equally.
