It was after dinner and we were settling down for bed. I was alone caring for my children. My husband hasn’t come home yet. The yayas were finishing up downstairs.
They were fighting with each other once again. I no longer remember what caused it. I got fed up and decided to leave the bedroom. I needed some peace and quiet. They were all alone by their young selves. I wondered how they would react to that. It was the first time I walked out on them. I was just outside, by the bedroom door, sensing if the fight would intensify or calm down.
Then, there was silence. I snuck a peek and saw my eldest lecturing the younger two. He was talking to them calmly and quietly. I remember he was telling them to stop fighting because it was upsetting Mama. That made me smile. That made me proud.
This was when all my 3 elder children were not older than 5 years old.
I long for those peaceful moments. Maybe, I should leave the room more often.
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