10.30 in the morning; I drag my body into the kitchen and start making breakfast (who am kidding, I just pull out Ephia’s yogurt from the refrigerator, place some biscuits on her little plate and one in my mouth). After the complicated process of making breakfast, I am ready to start our usual routine: getting dressed, potty training, feeding her, talking, laughing a lot, going out; boring stuff...
Day 17 – Diary entry
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