Mummy, Don’t Cry…Be Brave…

Three of us were getting used to be sleep at our queen size bed.

We were so tired that, after our Musikgarten class, we came back just went to sleep after I washed and hang all the cloths.

Eventually, today after I had fetched Issac after school, both of us had a some sort of arguments inside the car.

I was laying on the bed, Issac was sleeping besides me as usual, he told me, “Mummy, don’t cry…be brave ya…Mummy,”

I was looking at my lovely son, my heart was feeling warm and touched. He is such an understanding boy. He might guessed what was happening in the house, and always try his best to calm his sad Mummy.

Oh God, can you show it to his Daddy how he got both very understanding children?

I wish, he can see his children from my eyes, feels them as like what I feel. Both of them really do not deserve to go thru this…