Saturday, 18 May 2013
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Friday, 3 May 2013
Playing with blocks was a serious business.
Although she loved the playing with the blocks, Evelyn’s best gift to Chantia was the toy xylophone she had bought the little girl. Chantia took to it like a fish to water.
In Evelyn’s eyes, Chantia was definitely the best thing to have ever happened to her. The girl was always laughing and it cheered Evelyn immensely to return home to her laughing bundle of joy.
She would’ve loved to stay at home and spent the entire day playing with her daughter, but she had to work in order to care for her children. With her recent promotion to High School Teacher, Evelyn often had to work until late in the evenings as her boss often assigned her extra tasks to complete, like organising a money increase to the school from the City Hall, or welcoming any new co-workers to town.
Usually by the time she returned home from work, Evelyn was exhausted, but she always made time to spend time with her child, teaching the girl her essential skills; like potty training.
Still, Evelyn was really glad that the two children in her house were so well-mannered. Both Chantia and Mia never cried unnecessarily. Even when she was waiting for her food, Chantia never cried. She was always so delighted to receive her food, no matter how much time it took Evelyn to give it to the little girl.
After feeding Chantia and making sure the girl was safely tucked in in her crib, snuggling with her fairy teddy bear, Evelyn took care of Mia. By the time she finished taking care of both girls, Evelyn was always glad to crawl into bed, falling asleep the minute her head hit the pillow. Her life was incredibly busy, but she wouldn’t exchange it for anything. She loved her life.
“Chantia!” Evelyn exclaimed and rushed over to her child. The girl gave no indication that she noticed her mother. Even when Evelyn reached out to pick the girl up, the girl just continued to stare avidly at the moon, even going as far as to try to push her mother away when the woman obscured her view of the moon.
It wasn’t until they were safely back in the house that Chantia started to respond to Evelyn again. She buried her head in her mother’s shoulder and started crying. Evelyn immediately tried to comfort the girl, but nothing seemed to help. The girl just kept crying until she finally cried herself to sleep.