My precious Dinky Aeisyah has a bruised right under her right eye. It happened on last Tuesday. When the incident happened my babysitter was drying her clothes on her clotheslines outside, leaving Dinky Aeisyah who was playing with a plastic Malaysia flag with my babysitter's youngest son, Akram. Suddenly, she heard Dinky Aeisyah's cried. She quickly entered the house and there was Dinky Aeisyah, wailing her heart out on her walker while Akram was sobbing at the corner of the main hall. When my babysitter took Dinky Aeisyah out of the walker, she noticed the bruise and started scolded her 3 years old son. Angry at his mother, Akram started to pinch her and Dinky Aeisyah's feet, and my babysitter ran to the kitchen with Akram on pursuits. After the Catch_Me_If_You_Can scene had ended, Akram kept sitting next to Dinky Aeisyah with a somber look; he even slept on the floor next to Dinky Aeisyah's swing. I don't blame Akram on what had happened because he didn't mean to hurt Dinky Aeisyah. How he was supposed to know that the plastic flag stick could dig right into Dinky Aeisyah's face. I once jabbed my brother's earlobes when we were still small. We were just playing at that time. Being a daredevil, we wanted to know how deep a cotton bud could penetrate our earlobes. He ended up at a clinic where he pronounced his name as Wan Putih (Sorry Atih, I couldn’t help myself from telling everyone about “Wan Putih”). He didn't remember his own name so he assumed that was his name because he used to have fair skin and everyone calls him Atih. The conclusion, better watch our kids better! Yeah right!
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