
I left you this morning at school without a hug that you usually demand it so badly. Probably because I was upset with you for not being able to speak out all the months of year fluently. I left your classroom without turning my head, and soon realized I am messing the whole thing up. Turn around, heading back, you were crying at the door. Staring at you, I saw myself. Yes, I saw myself at your age - a little girl always waiting at the door for her mom's return from work. This scene takes a whole lot of memories of my childhood.
Guess there is never enough for me to learn how to properly behave as a mother, and see, honey, how slow my learning process is.
A hug from mom, it really means a lot! Sorry honey!