Hello dear hivers I'm back again sharing the life story of mine this blog is a day I am so worried about my son. But before I detailed the story let me say how much I'm appreciated to those who supports me here through, up votes, re blog and comment thank you and I hope you still support me this journey.
I ask my partner that we are going at my barangay because there's a person take him to be okay if there's something in his headache we need to take him to massage that's the first thing I do.
Just riding with my partner in motorcycle is just a minute where we go and my partner say that how he wish that the gasoline of the motor is hoping that we headed at the place that's the place of mine it's a few steps to get there.
Observing people who is going crossed with us and also handling with him safe also
My partner drop us in our home so I decided to go with my mother to came with me to carry my son because as for me when my son get hurt I was so much hurts.
Now where going to the massage time and as usual my son will be cried.
In my own observation based of his cry I guess his so shy with people and his so sensitive when someone talking and watching for him, but second the pain is his stomach I was watching him deeply my heart is pump faster I feel get nervous and fair that I hope his strong to keep it done.
After all I was waiting for my sister going home after there class but sadly it's to late to wait for her so I decided to go at the pharmacy to buy a medicine for him it's important to have it.
Just a few walk I crossed my sister in the highway so I ask her to come with me buying some medicine that my sister has always question a lot so I answer her base of her asking.
It's a tempra Paracetamol for 1-5 years old
Then going back home then waiting a tricycle to go back home also in my partner house we stay.
You see in his eyes he have feel something but I am here baby to take care for you always.