Endless tidying up
This is cliche, but time is swiftly leaving me behind.
Cheekybum is already coming out of her infant stage and transforming into a little girl.
In my chest, there is a specific spot that throbs a tad stronger when I think of her.
I remember the time when she would hiccup, and I would cry. Hormones.
It has calmed down since.
But those feelings stay.
Love. Joy. Pride. Frustration. Fear. Disbelief.
And a lot more of it to come.
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