A Short Story ft. Cliffhanger.

Parenthood.

I am not a parent, nor am I a psychiatrist.

Facing life’s struggles.

My rantings on peoples stereotypical views…

Holiday wishes.

Family Affair.

Goodness, it is already six thirty. Where did the time go? Kim runs upstairs to wake Bob, her husband, and the two children Jenny and Johnny. They protest but to no avail. Soon all of them are up and going about their tasks of washing up. Kim helps little Johnny, who is only four years old, brush his teeth and wash his face, Jenny, who is already secondary one can cope on her own.

Fathers do not know the extent of longing a son can have for a fatherly affection, and most of them fail to see the mark they leave to their children, by their simple gestures of love, or by the appreciation they express to them.

I wrote this to my very first baby girl.