Bullet was so happy to see me the next day. I feel like he’s gotten taller even though it was just days since we last saw each other.
“Mommy!” he called me while running to me.
My eyes widened. “Hey, don’t run!” I told him but he was already in front of me, giggling and asking for me to carry him. I sighed and didn’t have a choice but to smile and take him in my arms.
He wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. “I miss you, Mommy,” he beamed.
I kissed his cheek, too. “I miss you more, buddy,” I told him. “How was your day yesterday? Gran told me you went to the doctor?”
Bullet nodded and frowned. “I couldn’t breathe, Mom. But the doctor gave me medicines.”
I looked at him and nodded. Just the mere thought that my son is sick makes my heart ache. If possible, I don’t w
