The guilt was even stronger when he broke into a heart-warming smile.
‘Coz I always chased him out of my room. I felt guilty, of course. I love this boy to death. But sometimes he can be a real pain-in-the-ass.
He’ll steal my money, poke at my laptop screen, mess up my table, steal my teddys, and draw on my things. He’s the natural disaster of the Satar household.
He can talk now, but it sounds like a mixture of English, Malay, French, Indian, and @$#!-ish. But whatever it is, it sounds cute.
So I was just sitting on the bed with him. We played abit of peek-a-boo, and the rest of the time I was just watching this lil’ bundle of joy entertain himself.
Then he pretended to pick something up, gave it to me and said “Happy Birthday, kakak”. Lol. He loves playing birthdays, esp. blowing out the candles.
So I asked him what was it he just gave me. He tried to come up with something but he couldn’t, so he just grinned sheepishly.
Then he pretended to pick something up again, and gave it to me. I asked him again what was it. Then he traced his fingers around his neck, and said, “Love kakak”.
Okay, maybe it was supposed to be a necklace to symbolize his love for me, but again… aww, what a sweetheart.
Sure hope he gets a nice, decent girl when he grows up. *Muacks*
posted by natasha @ 1:43 AM
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