Last night, while doing the dishes my 4 years old daughter was talking to me.
Daughter : Mom, was dad just sleeping over with us?
Me : Why do you ask?
Daughter : Because you already drove him away from our house. He just here because he misses us, his daughters.
Me : (Speechless)….
( A letter to my daughters when they grow-up )
Dearest Ali, Alecs & Andie,
First, maybe you will be asking me why I named you name of a boys.
This was because I wanted you all to have a balance perspective of the human race. But in reality, your mother just playing mysterious.
Second, the picture of the boy from my old photo album during my high school years was not just a friend. He was my first love, I told you that I will tell you his name when you’ve grow-up.
” Dennis “.
Third, I confessed that me and dad was the one playing Santa Claus every Christmas. I’ve made all the stories every time you caught me wrapping toys. And somehow that made me practiced my creativity.
Fourth, I was a late bloomer. Your dad and I was married because you all came into our life unplanned. It scares me to death for having you.
Fifth, I never lied to you about the status of my relationship with your father.
Sixth, I hate it every time you asked me for help and all I can say was, you can do it on your own. It hurts me to teach you to not need me anymore.
Finally, my only goal as your mother is to raise you all that you don’t have to recover from your childhood.
And maybe you’ll thinking why your names starts with letter A?
It is because you’re my first and top priority.
P.S. You all know that I love you so much. That’s the one thing I don’t need to confess.