"Wake up, PapaLo" said by my 3 years old son.
I smiled and faced him.
"Don't disturb him, he's sleeping" I said. He looked at me intently but I smiled.
"Remember when he said that if you disturb him, he will tickle your tummy. Do you want to be tickled by PapaLo?" I asked and he answered no. I pretend to smile and face the crowd.
Seeing the faces of the people makes me weak. Everyone's mourning while watching my papa, lying on his death bed. The coffin.
"Mommy, why are you crying?As what you've said, PapaLo is just sleeping so don't cry." my son said and I smiled.
I want to go back being a child. I want to be innocent like this child of mine.
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One-Shot Stories [Collection]
RandomThese stories were the ones I posted on my facebook writing account. Someone told me to create a collection and here it is.