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“Mumma, dadda, wakey wakey,” a baby voice reaches my ears as my slumber fades away slowly. 

The soft rays of sun hit my face, cascading an orangish red view in front of my closed eyes, making me aware that it’s already morning. I turn around without opening my eyes and my arms wrap around a hard, well built torso. My lips curl up in a wide smile, my eyes still closed.

Before I can have my moment to breathe in my precious husband’s smell, early in the morning, soft slaps land on my face one after the other. 

Even though the hands causing the torment are small, those slaps landing continuously on my face start hurting a little, breaking my slumber completely. I open my eyes and put my hand over my cheeks.

“Good morning, mumma. Finally you wakey wakey,” I see my little daughter grinning at me from ear to ear, sitting on my husband’s stomach with both her legs on either side of him.