Sacrifice
I'm resting now, after 3 hours of sweeping, mopping and installing the baby cot. Sen and mother are coming back to BU. We are very excited about this because it will be us, our small family, on our own now. No in laws or parents about. Everytime I do things for sen, be it installing a cot or cleaning the room for her or rocking her to sleep for 2 hours in the wee hours of the morning or changing her dirty diapers, I can't help but think that I'm not alone in this. All fathers would do the same. And I think that my father must have done the same for me. When I was cleaning every inch of the newly installed cot, rubbing each rung meticulously with Dettol to kill germs (it's a hands me down cot, btw), I was damn sure that my father would have gone through the same ordeal for me. As I was checking my bills and shaking my head over how expensive that jab was (it was rm270 for a jab and there's more to come!) or how much it has cost us thus far (just that 2 nights in