who waits for me

He has now reached the age of two, and what astonishes me is that, even at this tender age, he refuses to be apart from me. His inclination towards constant companionship is truly remarkable. Every morning, when I prepare to leave for work, his eyes well up with tears as he yearns to accompany me. Throughout the day, he awaits my return with bated breath, his gaze fixed upon the window. The moment he spots me approaching along the road, his face lights up with sheer delight, and he gleefully cries out, "Apa... Apa..." Witnessing his enthusiasm fills me with a deep sense of admiration. He serves as my wellspring of inspiration and, above all, holds an irreplaceable position in my life.

Upon my arrival back home, he stands eagerly by the door, wearing a radiant smile. He waits patiently until I've settled in, and then he begins his joyful chorus of "Apa... Apa..." on the brink of tears. This scenario repeats itself frequently, during lunch breaks and after school hours. The underlying reason behind these heartwarming displays of inspiration and happiness is quite simple: he desires me to bring him something to eat.

Once my school day concludes, my little boy expresses a strong urge to go for a ride. His fascination lies in exploring the world beyond our home's confines. I wonder whether it's my habit of keeping him indoors or my occasional excursions with him that have fueled this penchant. At his current age, venturing outside holds immense significance for him, offering a rich tapestry of experiences.