Toddler, Stay with Me
My toddler listens to my hoarse singing with awe. She taps me if my attention is elsewhere, screams if she is bored and whimpers if I am angry. Her tiny caresses make me realise that someone in the world cares for me and that my existence is not useless.
Of late, she's displaying signs of restlessness and boredom. Is it time for school, I wonder. I pray, like all the mothers do, that she turns out to be a good human being. I hope that her classmates and teachers will be kind to her.
With these thoughts and anxiety, I fall into a disturbed slumber.
bulb's green shoots—