At six months' old, my girl was given her first solid food - porridge mixed with finely blended carrot bits. She was excited and managed to gulp down five small servings.
She seemed to be satisfied with her other-than-milk food. And yes, she was sitting inside a baby walker.
At seven months' old, she was walking, inside her walker, freely from the living room to the dry kitchen. She managed to pull herself up while holding to the bed rails.
At eight months' old, she said her first word Ba Ba. Last night, when we opened the Whatsapp chat, she seemed to recognize me and called me Ba Ba. Ba ba. She even gave me kisses on the screeen!
Time moved fast. And so did my Angeline. Every week upon reaching my doorstep after a horrendous 3-hour road journey from Marudi, she was sitting on the floor, giving her widest grin.
And I would notice certain differences from the previous week. That she's becoming fairer. Her first word. Her eyes getting bigger relative to her face. Darn the system for making us far apart.
Her brothers always asking to let them carry her around the house but Darrien would sometimes gave us a big scare by letting her sit all alone on the sofa. Jacob could carry her despite his 4-year old of age. But not for long. My heart might had stopped if she fell down. My phobia is still haunting me when I fell aslept on a high bed while keeping an eye on her. The next few minutes later, there was a loud thud, followed by a loud cry. She was on her stomach, on the hard wooden floor when I was jolted. Scared the heck out of me!
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