Tracey
"A little person not behind me," I said, rolling my eyes when I got to the door and found out that my four-year-old son was not following me.
Getting him prepared for school is always a hectic event.
My hand subconsciously rubbed my marking spot and wondered why I am always in pain from that particular spot in recent times.
"Mum, look you are on TV," he screamed from the inner room.
I said, "Huh, you are not supposed to be watching television in the morning," as I grumbled. I walked back to where he was, took the TV remote from him, and switched off the TV.
"My mummy is a movie star," he said with a wild grin.
"No, I'm not. I am just an erm... " I said, trying to look for the best words to describe my profession to him. "A policeman or something like that,"
"But you don't we
