An evening with my son.
It is around 7:15 pm and he is sleeping in the arms of his mother. I am patiently waiting for him in the living room. Multiple thoughts coming to my mind regarding how I'll spend this little time with him. My son is just 16 months old. He has started to walk but not with firmness. His eyes are dark black, skin pink and shiny, curly hair, long nose, and four front teeth, which has just grown. He has started to eat solid foods also. He likes chicken clear soup and doesn't want to be given with spoon. Instead consumes it in the bowel itself. I hope he will wake up soon. Now the time is 7:30 pm almost and my patience started to be tested.