M2 is all grown up with her birthday coming up at the end of this month. I can’t believe she is turning 13; she amazes me yet at the same time, a little heart-breaking that my baby is all grown up, officially a teenager come Monday, joining M1 who is four years older than her.
Despite the outlook of being all grown up, the child in her is very enthusiastic about the impending special day. Earlier in the month, she drew out, yes drew not write, her birthday wish list and showed me.
“Wow! A bit excessive, no?” I asked.
“No Mummy. It’s exactly the same as my list last year but less things. The only difference are the 13 on the cake and the year. See?” she pointed out philosophically.
What can I say? My baby is all grown up. Sniff…


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