I was sitting at the round dining table, listening to Deja Vu by Shila Amzah when Edrick stopped by on his way upstairs. It was just before bedtime, 1930hrs.
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Edrick: Mom… *he looks at my face looking for words*
Mommy: What is it sweetheart?
Edrick: Mom, is it okay if you don’t listen to sad songs?
Mommy: Ohhh? Oh okay.
Edrick: I think it’s making me feel uncomfortable.
Mommy: Oh I’m sorry about that, sayang. All right, I’ll listen to something else.
Edrick: And Mom, I think sad songs make YOU feel uncomfortable too.
Mommy: Oh don’t worry about me, I’m okay. I’ll be okay.
Edrick: Okay, but I think you should keep sad songs away, Mom.
Mommy: Yes, sir! I sure will.
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He pulled me into his arms, hugged me longer than usual, said his goodnight, his I-love-you, his don’t-let-the-big-bug-bite routine and went to bed.
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I was left feeling so loved, and I knew… it wasn’t the sad song that made me cry.
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Questa è Enida 
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