It's a new day and it's La's birthday.
I thought 7 years ago, La upgraded me to be a mum. And, today, she can push me to upgrade myself to be a writer.
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We just came back from a holiday, visiting families overseas. Once we are back, it is flipping to the next chapter. I instruct La to start something new - to do one page of exercise everyday. It has only been two days. And she has done just that.
At the same time, I should be researching for my honour thesis but I haven't started. And I should also start some interest-project, be it piano-playing or writng and yet I haven't.
So, I thought I need to start 717. So La can one day see that, mama is not perfect either. She is lazy sometimes and yet mama is also 'perfectly imperfect'.
I hope with 717, I write something, anything, everyday. And, maybe, one day, we can both be published. If not, at least La knows I try, I fail, and that's okay.
Happy 7th Birthday, La. Let mama use myself as a present for you.
Also, in case you forget in the future, Joy bought you superb gifts yesterday (Magic Mixie & something fairy/princess/rabbit?!?) And today, after picking you up from school, you will go choose a costume and some cakes! Happy birthday, gal!
