Wednesday, January 13, 2010


" Please don't follow me this way" I gently snapped at my little girl who stalks me form the bathroom to the kitchen to the living room, tracing my footsteps. As much as I love her, her clinginess gets to extremes sometimes - specially on days like these when her Baba is out of town.
" I need my space" I added - like she'd understand what I meant. And when I went upstairs to get something, the lil brat over took me - knotted her eyebrows and snapped back quiet triumphantly - "Why do you follow me all the time? I need my space"

I smiled, since I couldn't cry!


1 comment:

  1. Congratulations! (I bet you know why I say so)