The glass of water was far out of reach. Centered on the table, it sat there full to the brim. The thirst was unbearable but there was no one there for assistance.
At the far side to the left, sat a plateful of lunch. Two round eyes peer from underneath doll bangs to dot the edge of the table. Two sets of tiny little fingers hunch themselves on the table, drumming.
The wall clock ticking in a corner. Pangs of hunger growl from within.
From out of nowhere a small arm shoots out from underneath to try reach the food. Unable to do that, she shrinks back to the edge of the table and continue to stare.
A little later, she climbs up the narrow steps. Her small feet a soft treading on the wooden stairs. She shyly crouches by a wooden chair. She tries to decide whether or not to approach the figure lying in a heap on top of the bed. Overcome by hunger, she hesitantly approaches. One arm outstretched towards the figure.
Slowly, she touches the arm and gives it a little shake. “Mama..” , she softly calls out. Her mother rolls to one side and mumbles in her sleep, “I understand how you feel..”.
She clutches her tummy now and tries to awaken her mom one more time, “Mama..wanna eat..”. Her mom twitches a muscle but continues to sleep. Teary-eyed, she continuously shakes her mother's arm until a tear rolls out from an eye. Her lower lip quivers to a pout followed by a tiny sob. She continues to sob quietly beside her mother who groggily wakes up after working all night.
One look at her distraught toddler however, and adrenaline shot right through her. She bolted right out of bed to soothe her little one. Just a few of the sacrifices she needs to do for being a working mom. She leads her child downstairs and starts to feed her. Her little one looks up gratefully and offers a kiss on her mother's cheek. Some of life's most rewarding experience – having a child and a kiss, even after hours of irate calls.
At the far side to the left, sat a plateful of lunch. Two round eyes peer from underneath doll bangs to dot the edge of the table. Two sets of tiny little fingers hunch themselves on the table, drumming.
The wall clock ticking in a corner. Pangs of hunger growl from within.
From out of nowhere a small arm shoots out from underneath to try reach the food. Unable to do that, she shrinks back to the edge of the table and continue to stare.
A little later, she climbs up the narrow steps. Her small feet a soft treading on the wooden stairs. She shyly crouches by a wooden chair. She tries to decide whether or not to approach the figure lying in a heap on top of the bed. Overcome by hunger, she hesitantly approaches. One arm outstretched towards the figure.
Slowly, she touches the arm and gives it a little shake. “Mama..” , she softly calls out. Her mother rolls to one side and mumbles in her sleep, “I understand how you feel..”.
She clutches her tummy now and tries to awaken her mom one more time, “Mama..wanna eat..”. Her mom twitches a muscle but continues to sleep. Teary-eyed, she continuously shakes her mother's arm until a tear rolls out from an eye. Her lower lip quivers to a pout followed by a tiny sob. She continues to sob quietly beside her mother who groggily wakes up after working all night.
One look at her distraught toddler however, and adrenaline shot right through her. She bolted right out of bed to soothe her little one. Just a few of the sacrifices she needs to do for being a working mom. She leads her child downstairs and starts to feed her. Her little one looks up gratefully and offers a kiss on her mother's cheek. Some of life's most rewarding experience – having a child and a kiss, even after hours of irate calls.
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