Sophia

"Assalamualaykum momma, baby is back" my little boy greeted, showing his two set of milk teeth. He ran to me hugged and peck me.

"Walaykum Salam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh baby, what are you suppose to do when you arrived from school?" I asked my little gem, rubbing his cheek.

"Oh!" he looked at me sheepishly.

"When baby back from school; baby greet momma, baby lunchbox in the kitchen, baby off uniform, baby shower and baby comes to the dining room to eat" he read out.

"Then what are you still doing?" I asked sternly.

As he was running to the kitchen and walked back to me and peck me before running off again.

I smiled, my boy has become my source of happiness.

"Boom" I dropped my phone and panted while my little boy was laughing holding is tommy. "momma is scared, momma drop phone" he said in between his laugh. I stared at him and I laughed along with him. His laugh was contagious.

He sat beside me, "momma, baby has question" he said looking at me.

"Before baby ask question;how was today in school?" I asked my boy.

"Momma, school was su_su_" he struggled to pronounced his word. I laughed hard.

He pouted,"momma laughed me" he cried.

"Oh sorry bibi" I tickling him.

"Momma ssssttopp" he said in between his laughter. "But momma, I no like it" he grumbled.

"Sorry bibi,momma loves you" I pecked him.

"It's superb" I called it to him and elongated him for him to be able to pronounced it.

"Yay!"he clapped and squealed, jumping. "Momma, I've learn another word" he beamed.

"Momma, teacher give me sweet" he went inside to bring the sweet and showed me.

"Bibi not give but gave. Remember past tense" I chuckled.

"Oh" he exclaimed."Baby forgotten" he smiled sheepishly.

"What were you taught in school today?" I asked.

"We taught to write number '3'. Teacher said we should write curve and curve form 3" he said happily.

"Momma,baby want to ask something" he said sadly, I sat upright 'what happened to my baby?'.

"What happened bibi" I asked concerned and turned to him,giving him all my full concentration.

"What happened to your classmates?" I rubbed his arm and carried him on my l.a.p.s.

"And teacher said...." He turned.

"What did teacher say?" I asked.

"Momma, where's dada?" he asked me while I was shocked. I didn't know what I'm going to say. What should I tell him?, dada is dead or what?. How would he understand?.

"Where is he?. All my classmates do make fun of me and teacher ask too?"his lips trembled.

"Bibi, Dada is...." And that moment the front door opened ,showing...

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