When darkness surrounds you...
There is always a...
"flicker of hope"
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"ETHAN ! ETHAN ! Where are you, love?"
Ethan Jones.
My 'Flicker of hope'. My life. One little human being, who changed my world from black-n-white to a life full of colours. He was literally my rainbow, my sunshine.
His single smile had a tendency to brighten up my days. He was the ray of hope, which brought me out of my darkness and miseries.
By god's grace, today we completed five years with each other. Today's date marks the day, when I got to hold him as mine, legally.
Coincidentally, today was his birthday too, which doubled the reason for celebration. The day, he was born, was the same day when he became mine. The same day when I added my last name to his first.
Today was his seventh birthday and my spit ball of fire was playfully making me run around the house.
"Ethan ! Baby ! Mama is tired sweetie. Please come out."
I was literally panting because of running around to find him to feed him breakfast.
"Mama is getting late, bud."
I tried again to reason out with him.
I was crossing the living room when a sweet giggle stopped me in my tracks. I tiptoed towards the source of the sound, which was behind the couch. I embraced the little being into a bone crushing hug from behind. The giggling sound was a sweet candy to my ears but it turned out into a burst of laughter when a tickling war started between us.
"M-mama, s-stop. Pleaaaasssseeeeee."
I turned him to face me, without freeing him from my arms.
"Ethan baby. You made mama late. Come on. Have your breakfast and then get ready to go."
"Ok mama."
I freed him from the confine of my arms and within seconds, he sprinted towards his room to get ready for the day.
"SLOW DOWN BUD !"
I shook my head at his antics. He was the sweetest, yet the most mischievous kid I have ever known in my life. But his temper was too intimidating for even me sometimes. That's the reason, I often referred him as my spit ball of fire.
Fifteen minutes later, he was dressed and seated for the breakfast. It was Friday, so a day to go through for a celebratory weekend was what we both decided to do.
