Little did I believe my parents would opt to help a neighbour look after their baby granddaughter. I saw the baby's crib the last time I visited my parents but it didn't register in my stubborn head that this is true. Until this morning, when I lay bedridden from viral fever, a lady brought a little baby girl into my parents' place.
I tried to stay away, afraid I might get the baby infected with the virus I'm having, but she's such an angel that I just couldn't resist! I was almost sure she'd scream as loudly as she could when I held her, but I was wrong. Boy, was I wrong. She actually kept quite and almost smiled, I think she was. And I was relieved.
What my mum said later made me choked - "See, I told you she'd like you. Children love you. You'd make a good mother". Being 29 and single, which woman wouldn't feel the way I felt. I've always love children -- and they always seem to like me. Or at least I can get them talking to me rather easily than most people I know. And I'd be lying if I say I never thought of having my own children. I have, only with no boyfriends for so long, the babies are simply imaginary faceless cuddly bundle.
Whatever. I'm just sad that my parents have to 'borrow' someone else's grandchild to love instead of their own. I know how much they had wanted a baby in the household. And right now, I'm running out of ideas how to cheer things up -- I'd better stop writing or I'm gonna end up writing some sappy fairy tales.
The munchkin who stole everybody's heart.
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