Around lunch time, mom texted me telling me that Brandon has a fever. he was doing fine when i left. i asked mom 'why?' then went on saying maybe because i left? and she said she thinks so too.
amazing! isn't that supposed to happen only between mother and child? hahaha but then again, i treat Brandon as my own. Except that i don't like doing the dirty job of motherhood. dealing with poop and vomit. im disgusted easily so i can't stand it.
when Brandon was born i was a freshman law student. he would be my breather. we are left in the house most of the days. i actually had no choice but to play with him. i didn't want him to be too associated with his yaya. i play with him, i make him cry by teasing him sooo hard, i discipline him and sometimes spoil him too. i guess, more than anything he sees me as his playmate and his rival.
our relationship has balance. i could be goofy around him but at the same time he respects my authority over him.
i love that kid. and me coming home, spent time with him and then to leave again, it probably made him sick. because he misses me as much as i miss him. well, im sure he'll be fine soon.
About Me
- Ann
- I am a restless individual. I can't be in something for too long. At some point, I'll be bored. A feeling I'm not comfortable hanging around with. I've always wanted to be a writer. But I can't write as often as I want. And sometimes, words are not that good to me when I need them to be. So now, I tell my story through my photographs. I have a secret love affair with photography. There are things that are just best seen than told. I am independent. I don't appreciate people influencing or telling me what to do/say. I can decide and speak for myself, thank you. I am a traveler. I am constantly somewhere else, either in reality or in fantasy.
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