Six months ago, we embarked onto new Parenthood by embracing the new sunshine into our lives.
Every moment of our life has been extremely blissful ever since then.
Wishing our little munchkin a very Happy 6th month birthday. Time surely does fly.
I’m familiar with the bitter taste. It tasted awful the first time. But, I ignored the bitterness and gulped it down my throat. I had read and heard raving reviews about its numerous health benefits ranging from shedding extra pounds and beating obesity, enhancing fat burning and increasing metabolism, improving mental health, dental health and physical performance; lowering risks of breast and prostate cancer, Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s, Diabetes and Cardiovascular diseases. My goal was to lose weight. I was successfully piling up extra pounds around my midsection and thighs.
They fought. He stormed out leaving her heartbroken. She patiently waited for him, but his ego forbade him. Days turned into weeks, in-turn into months. Finally, he realized his mistake and returned, only to find her apartment in disarray. She was gone.
“I don’t know when I started collecting rain” introspected Shiela. “Maybe it was from past several months when we were struck by drought, or, was it when this latest ‘challenge’ fad started? Nevertheless, I commenced the task of placing an empty bucket in the front yard of my house every day and leaving it for months together to collect rain water”.
Sheila inspected the bucket and realized that it was vacuous. She looked yonder at her barren field that was deprived of water due to recent drought. Crops had perished. Her farm animals were malnourished. Some denizens had even abandoned her village, in the pursuit of water.
Few months ago, I had invited my friend’s family over for dinner. Everybody – my friend, her husband, their teenage daughter (aged 16) and pre-teen son (aged 10) arrived promptly around 7pm. All of us were seated comfortably on the leather couch across the television in our den, engrossed in our own conversation, when their son expressed his desire to watch some cartoon on Netflix. Possessing the remote, he started surfing the channel feed on Netflix homepage to select his favorite cartoon, when he accidently bumped upon Russel Peters’ show. The teenage daughter immediately jumped upon him and snatched the remote and played Russel Peters.
She woke up to the startling alarm at 5:30 am, slid into her bathroom slippers and entered the bathroom to complete her morning chores. She then picked up the wailing baby, smiled sweetly at him, and receiving a reciprocated smile, placed him on the changing pad and changed his soiled diaper. Plugging him to her engorged breasts, she fed him milk to his heart content and put him back to sleep in his crib. Entering the kitchen, she prepared fresh and hot pancakes and tossed them onto her husband’s plate to appease his appetite. Donning her office suit, she lugged her handbag and the baby’s diaper bag, and carefully placed the baby in his car seat and drove him to his daycare.
She forbids me from nurturing new friendships. Always poisons my ears with cock-and-bull stories. Is she insecure or a control freak? Why poke her nose where it doesn’t belong? She’s getting on my nerves. It’s high time she stops pushing the button.
I sit on the long, curvy couch because there are no office chairs. My phone beeps. I lug my Louis Vuitton bag, fumble for my iPhone, pull it out and read the new message from Prady that says “Good luck. I am sure that you will rock”. Smiling, I respond to it “Thanks sweetie. Bye”.