Friday evening, end of the day. Chaos reigned my house. My seven year old waited for me to get off my computer for him to watch his favourite cartoons. He nudged my shoulder and indicated the time for me to get off my rear.
After the nudge, I admit it, I did feel his jab in my rib cage a second or two later. But one tends to ignore these things with age and experience. Particularly, when one is busy reading up about how to spruce up one’s terrace garden. I didn’t want to interrupt my precious schedule. So, I chose to ignore him.
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