3 days ago, while the house is in a mess, my firstborn shifted aside on the Ikea stool he was sitting on to make space for me. Just us both, we sat facing the opened kitchen window for dinner. It was a beautiful evening, amidst the chaos.
"This is nice of you." I said.
"Am I nice, ibu?" He asked.
"Yes, you are. Why are you being nice to me?"
"It's because I love you, ibu." He said, and hugged me.
I think that was probably the first time he ever said he loved me without being told to or as a response to an "I love you".
That was a beautiful night indeed.
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