Day Twenty Two

In the morning, mom complains to dad about me who stayed up almost the whole night and forced mom to breastfeed me, clean me up, change my clothes over and over.

She also told dad, that she could not sleep in the afternoon because I cry again and again.

Well, I'm just sorry mom and dad. Actually, I wanted to say something. The problem is I could not speak. I'm looking forward to a moment, probably two years from now, where I am able to talk. At that time, I'll express my apology and gratefulness to mom, dad and gramma.

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