"I'm so happy, I can't stop laughing!"

What was Darius so happy about?

He’s happy because his Papa is finally back from In-Camp Training, outfield for three nights.
He was lucky to be able to come back yesterday night since his ICT only ends today afternoon.
Darius just couldn’t stop laughing and laughing while he chased his daddy here and there and wanting him to chase him back.
He hasn’t laughed that much since Tuesday. Hahaha, hahaha very very loudly, couldn’t close his mouth at all. ^^
Partly because I was busy finishing a project and didn’t have time for him these few nights.
He probably misses the nightly catching they play,
the occasional evening walk with Papa,
the reading of books before bedtime with Papa,
the patting of him to sleep by Papa.
There’s just some things that Papa do that will never be the same as mama.

We both miss Papa when he’s not around for the three days.
I realised I couldn’t solve my computer problems which unfortunately happened right when he was not at home because he has always been the one to count on.
I realised I had to boil water for Darius’ milk and prepare the items to bring to his room because Papa had always done it.
I realised I had to hang up the laundry by myself after doing the load of washing because Papa had always done it.
I realised I had to get up and make milk for Darius very early in the morning because Papa had always done it before going to work, while I dozed blissfully.
I realised I had to bring the rubbish out to the chute at 2 am in the morning because Papa had always done it for me at night and I forgot to do it in the morning.
I realised I was really tired since I couldn’t get a respite like usual, just letting Papa play with him while I read the newspaper, and wash the clothes or do my project while he pats Darius to sleep.
Most importantly, I miss talking to him, chatting about the day’s happenings, the blogposts we read, what Darius did in the day.
There’s so many things that Papa do for us that we can’t do without him.

I’m a dependent gal, that’s me.
And Darius is a little boy who has never not seen his Papa for more than one day since birth,
because Papa was the one who took care of him, feeding, changing him in the hospital,
camping beside me for a whole week while I was suffering in bed.
I’m so glad he’s home now.

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