Daniel
I knocked on mom’s door. “Come on in Daniel.” I groaned. This used to annoy me when we were little. No matter how stealthy I was, my mother would always know it’s me, whether I knocked or not. I honestly thought mom was a wierdo with eyes at the back. Otherwise how does she gets to know it’s me? Then I grew up and understood it’s an art of parenting. There isn’t a manual for parenting but everyone instinctively and naturally has it built in them. I know I don’t know how to be a parent but I pray to goddess to help me and give me an opportunity to raise my son, and perhaps with his siblings! I was an only child and it wasn’t nice at all.
“Hi mom!” I said cheerfully! I hardly come to her house cheerful. Most of the time it’s when I messed up and needed her support or when I’m in tr
