There are some days when I wonder what my life would be like had I not come to study in Melbourne, then stayed on to work, marry and build a life here. What other trajectory destiny's course could have taken me. Maybe I'd be some high-flyer in the media biz, or a corporate slog in some multi-national machine. Maybe I wouldn't be spending my days cleaning and cooking, packing and vacuuming.
He cupped my face this morning with his little hands, and looked at me through limpid eyes. Then he squeezed my cheeks, producing a sound akin to a mouth-fart (EG taught him this!), snuggled back into my embrace and fell asleep.
Sigh. Bliss.
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