Questa è Enida

Bedtime. Seven thirty. Tuesday night.

Edrick was hiding under the cover like usual, to scare me with his scariest peek-a-boo that was supposed to make me jump. I just waited for him to uncover himself, and that would ‘spoil’ his scaring attempt. Like usual. But he went too quiet, for far too long. So I played along, poked him on the tummy and said good night. He came out and…

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Edrick: Hi Mommm… *looks at Mommy with tears in his eyes*

Mommy: Heyyy sweetheaaart… what’s the maaatter?

Edrick: I know now what Daddy did to you Mommmm…

Mommy: Oh goodness baby, what did Daddy do to me?

Edrick: He xxxxx xxx xxxx xxxxx xxxxxx, but not with you.

Mommy: Ohhh sayang, bless your innocent soul! But it’s okay. I’m okay.

Edrick: So is Daddy done thinking yet?

Mommy: About what, Edrick?

Edrick: About what he needs most in his life?

Mommy: *sighs* I don’t know, sweetheart.

Edrick: Daddy definitely doesn’t need YOU!

Mommy: Ohhhh sayaaang. And that’s okay, you know.

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Edrick was saying the obvious, but it was sure a good reminder. He went to bed tonight with a blocked nose from crying so hard. And I am going to bed with a book and a clear mind. Who says I need to read between the lines?

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