Last Saturday, July 30, I was cleaning one of our electric fans, hence, I was dusty and grimy. P was with his yaya and I kept passing them to wash my hands. I'm not sure if he knows it was a Saturday, or probably he was wondering why I was at home and I was not holding him. Suddenly, he extended both his arms and called me, "Mommy, Mimi, Mama", over and over. Oh, my heart. But I still did not get him then because I was dirty, hehe. Sorry, baby. :)
Took him nineteen months! Finally, MOMMY! <3
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