Mummy, won’t you go and pick your husband from the airport? Didi, my 9years old asked with a smile as she struggled to sit her butt comfortably on my bed. “I will, but I am hungry” I replied with my eyes fixed on my phone trying to send out a message. “Are you choosing food over your husband?” she continued mischievously. I paused and stared hard at her in unbelief, “he is my husband, not yours! I will pick him…
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