I have lost count of the number of times that u fell and bled. There was once at takashimaya where you fell and your teeth cut your lips. You cried for a long time. I was alone. With no diaper bag as your father brought it down. A few passerbys came to offer help.
My heart should be strong by now but it's not. It's aching in pain each time you are hurt. I would take a deep breath and tell myself to be thankful as there are worser scenarios.
Thank you my little one. Mummy loves you.
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