It's Saturday. Usually dad asks me and mom to walk around town visiting Kanjuruhan stadium, buying jagung bakar (roasted corn), bakso or other foods or just sight seeing. But not this time. It's because mom ain't feel so well. He's got fever and a bit of flu. So we stick around house, watching tv and reading books while I play with my fingers. Tomorrow dad plans to take mom to doctor to consult if something serious happens or just ordinary symptoms.
As far as I am concerned, I am a bit curious now about myself. As a almost four months old baby, I wonder what it looks like one year from now.
But dad reminds me that I should count every single day as a blessed day worth thankful to God