"When Mummy and Daddy grow old, who will look after Chea Chea?"
"Auntie!" he quipped, referring to our helper.
"When Auntie grows old, who will look after Chea Chea?" I continued.
"Daen!" he offered, without the slightly hesitation.
"When Daen grows old, who will look after Chea Chea?" I ventured.
"Nobody!"
The reality of his answer hit me somewhat, and tears welled up in my eyes.
He looked at me, then with a soft voice said: "Don't worry. I'll still look after Chea Chea when I'm old."
2 comments:
so sweet of him. :)
He is so sweet :)
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