So many years with this baby boy, and it seems like he understands me pretty well. Whenever I bring all my barang barangs into my room, shut the door, lie against the wall and start doing my work on bed, there could only be few possibilities:
a) I want some quiet me-time
b) I'm just feeling down
c) I wna have the whole room all to myself.
Right now it's more of option a and b, especially b.
And baby boy gave me that look I could comprehend but unable to take a photo of it to show you guys. That kind of puppy eyes which was attempting to ask "Are you alright?" or "What's wrong?"
He knows it; my feelings.
x.