It's late.

It's almost eleven pm. My left foot is throbbing. Not in much pain, just uncomfortable pain. But pain nevertheless.

Can sleep because it's bothering me. 

Drizzling outside. Love the sound of the rain drops as it hits my windows. But it's not cold. It's warm. 

I can only imagine those who are still working at this hour. I used to. Working in a 7-11 during my late teenage years. Can't find meaning in it. Glad I left. 

Me. 

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Idris. Now what.

Picking up su from the airport this late evening. The 4yo can't for his omak to be home. Told him to take a nap after lunch so that he would not be asleep when it's time to go to the airport. And lo and behold, he did.

Half an hour later he woke up, went to the toilet and asked if we could go to the airport. Told him to nap a bit more. And he did. This from a boy who seldom nap.

45 minutes later, he came in my room, hair totally dishevelled and with a straight face,

"Abah. I have taken my nap. Now what?"

I can't possible tell him to nap again right?

Abah

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