Sometimes I miss having a time for myself. Doing whatever things that I love to do. Like a me time. Something that i rarely have the privileged to do ever since I have a baby. My day usually started with me rushing to go to work. And after working hours ended I rushed back home and take Amna from her babysitter. And then I ll be very busy entertaining that little girl. Especially now that she's having separation anxiety where I could not move my butt more than 2 metres away from her.
Don't get me wrong, I love Amna more than I love myself. She is the air that i breathe. Without her I know I would die.
Or perhaps I tried too hard.
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