Questa è Enida

Of late, I feel like I am being bombarded with mature questions immaturely by me Monchies. And the questions mostly revolve around the situation I am in with their father. Like why we are not together when we are supposedly married, why is there a third person on the other side and none on this side, and why do people stop loving one another. And you can imagine so many  other wise why’s coming from Kitreena and Edrick.

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The night after Edrick’s desperate attempt in match-making me with his classmate, Adam, we had yet another conversation.

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Edrick: Mommy, what do people do when they get married?

Mommy: Hmmm they do a lot of things together.

Edrick: Things like what?

Mommy: Oh they err… uh… they cook together, they eat together, they do housework together, err… uh… they go places together. Anything. Everything together.

Edrick: Do they hold hands together?

Mommy: Oh yeah, they hold each other’s hands whenever they can. They do this too. They rub each other’s back. *rubs Edrick’s back like she always does at bedtime*

Edrick: But I am not your husband.

Mommy: Of course you’re not! But married people do whatever feels nice to each other.

Edrick: Then, who’s going to rub your back Mom? Who’s gonna make you feel nice?

Mommy: Hmmmmmmmm… nice question, Monch. *thinks of her Kingsize bed, the six pillows and Mr. Cocoa*

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