straight from the heart...

it's weekend.no work.i cant sleep at this wee hour coz i am now used to being awake at night.as i watch my son sleeping,i cant help but pity him.he is just 2.he cant speak well yet.he cant even say "mommy"..he calls me "dadi" or sometimes 'adi',short for dadi.hearing him call me dadi actually breaks my heart.it is a sad truth that he'll never have his dadi.how am i going to explain to him someday where his dadi is?how am i going to tell him that his dadi left us?how am i going ...