Don't Shout

It's been a week of stress and more stress. Actually it was building up for quite sometime.

Finally it's all over. Thank God.

When your child has to go under the knife, however minor the cut, your heart breaks into pieces.

When they took him inside the operation theater, I wanted to run inside with him.

And when they got him out, the first word he said was "Mummy"

They called us immediately as he was uncontrollable. As soon as he saw me he just hugged me so tight. I had to cry.

He went off to sleep soon...in my lap.

His papa then told me one thing, "Don't shout at him for a few days. Just think of this moment when you feel like."

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