There was a leak in the ceiling of the kids’ bedroom that left Kitreena’s pillow soaked in rainwater. The gutter on the roof was acting up again. So I moved Monchies to the guest bedroom. Yes, both of them. Edrick is nowhere near the stage of sleeping alone in a room, yet.
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A little later than their usual 7:30pm bedtime, and a new sleeping arrangement… Monchies wanted me to stay a while with them in the high queen-size bed. So I stayed for a while, answering all the ‘Mom-do-you-remember’ questions from Edrick.
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Then, Kitreena requested, “Mom, could you sing us the Greensleeves song, please? You haven’t sung us to sleep for soooo long!”
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And I sang…
Alas, my love, you do me wrong
to cast me off discourteously
and I have loved you oh so long
delighting in your company
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
and who but My Lady Greensleeves
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Kitreena: Mom… what happened to Lady Greensleeves in the end?
Mommy: She went to bed and fell asleep immediately. Or otherwise she would do her Mommy wrong.
Kitreena: Hahaha Mommmmmm! *giggles giggles*
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I went to her side of the bed for a big hug. And when she held on to me a little too tightly, longer than usual… I knew I had to keep her in my arms longer than usual too. Then, as expected, came the “I-miss-Daddy” part. I cupped her face and looked her in the eyes. Her face was lit by the courtyard light through the balcony.
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Kitreena: But Daddy did you wrong!
Mommy: No he didn’t, sweetheart. Whatever Daddy did, he actually let ME do the right thing for myself.
Kitreena: How is that?
Mommy: It was good that I knew what he did, you know. Otherwise I would be staying with a man who doesn’t love me enough… for the rest of my life.
Kitreena: But what Daddy did was not nice.
Mommy: Let’s just hope he is happy doing what he is doing, shall we?
Kitreena: But how can he forget you so easily?
Mommy: Ohhh don’t worry about me. I am sure there are many who will remember me.
Kitreena: I love you, Mommy. I promise, I will never do you wrong.
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Love takes time, lest we doubt.
And hurt heals, lest we forget.
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Oh Kitreena …. how I wish I could take away your pain.. *hugs*