As usual, I sent Bay to his skool this morning. While he was preoccupied with the routine morning checks, I went to fill up a form. I finished in time to see him happily dragging his bag towards his class. He didnt turn around to look for me... No goodbye nor big hug from him.
I had waited for this day to come, for my boy to be independent. We had came a long way from a clingy baby to a sticky toddler who cried every day for months in skool. ... but why do I feel like crying while I'm writing this?