One of the cons of staying in a new place is that the son has not been settling too well at night. Every turn seems to stir him whereas in the past, he’ll sleep like a log.

A few nights ago, he groggily followed his father out of the room in the wee hours of the morning. Suddenly I was awaken by his small little voice saying, “Mummy, this flower is for you.”

I thought it was probably some tissue paper he folded and thanked him sleepily.

In the morning, I went to search for the flower and saw this.

My 1st flower

And so this is my first flower from him.