It was Wednesday, six o’clock in the morning. Edrick knocked on the door gently and came in for our daily good morning wishes and kisses. I was away for training in Penang for four days and just got home the night before.
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Mommy: Hiiiii sayanggg, good morrrning! How are you doooing? I missed you soooo much! *mwahhh mwahhh mwahhh huggy wooggy boogie*
Edrick: I am great, Mom. How are you doing? Did you have a good sleep?
Mommy: I slept like a log and ohhh, I feel good!
Edrick: Awesome. Errr… Mommm, are my eyebrows too bushy?
Mommy: Hahhh? *but she hears him loud and clear*
Edrick: Do you think my eyebrows too bushy?
Mommy: Your eyebrows? *but she hears her son loud and clear*
Edrick: Yeah, do you think my eyebrows too bushy?
Mommy: *dumbfounded but has to come up with a real quick response at six o’clock in the morning* Uhhh…
Edrick: *touches his eyebrows, bulges his eyes looking for an answer* Are they?
Mommy: No, they’re not. I think they look good just the way they are.
Edrick: So, you don’t think I should pluck ’em or sum-fing?
Mommy: Heavens no! You wouldn’t look like you if you did that!
Edrick: Yeaaah…I think you’re right, Mom. Okayyy, see you downstairs at breakfast. Bye!
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I couldn’t go back to sleep. The question was quite a wake-up call.
Was I gone too long?
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Questa è Enida 
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