The other day, Jayden was crying and I wanted to carry him. He refused and and wanted his dadi to carry him. Once his dadi carried him he began to smile. Then I pretend to cry like him and asked his dad to carry me. To our surprise the little pushed me away from his dad and hugged his dad tight. Then his dad wanted to pass him to me and he CRIED so loud and pushed me away. He...............*sob* He rejected me! I felt so so rejected! *sob*
I used to complain saying that Jayden dislike his dad since he was born. And then he sticks to me like a koala bear.*sigh* Now he wants his dadi to carry him when we're out. He wants his dadi to carry him in the room, in the house. Maybe because most of the time, I'm the one that punish him when he's being naughty and Dadi is the one that saves him.
I should be happy now that I'm free from MR Koala Bear! But no...suddenly I felt like I'm out of the picture just like the picture above. I felt like my heart got this small thorn, slowly poking my heart....like painful abit, ache abit. Why ah?