I can see the end of the road.

I thought I can see the end of the road. I did not sleep very well - the little one kept waking up and had to be pacified now and then before going back to sleep. The children woke up to wash up for their classes and I woke up too. But I could not move far as the little one wanted me - she cried the moment I left the bed. Nonetheless, I went to the toilet to pass urine. And there she was - standing outside the toilet door - wailing for "pa pa pa pa". I did not have time to wash up - I came out and carried out to the living room - asking the maid to take care of her while I washed up. But she refused everything the maid did, she only wanted me to carry her and hug me tightly, refused to let go. I carried her for a while and then I turned on the TV to play a VCD of nursery songs - but it was to no avail as the moment I was more than a feet from her, she would cry. Time was running late and so I carried her to the bathroom while I brushed my teeth. She was OK as she stood there watching me washed up. Then got the maid to make her some milk and I asked the maid to carry her as I needed to send the other two kids to school. As I walked out of the door, she was still crying but I had no choice. I sent the children to school and in the car I asked them about mommy's request to spend friday night with them at her house. The younger one S was OK with the idea. However, my eldest daughter F was not too keen - said it would be too boring. She preferred to stay at home. I went for my walk after sending the kids to school. When I returned home, it was almost 8am and the maid had finished washing my car. And there she was - the little one - sitting near the door. From afar, she called me. I carried her and kissed her and she kissed me too. Life was not too bad after all - even without her. I have sort of gotten used to the routine of living without her. I looked at the sky and it was bright. I thought then I can see the end of the road - the end of 17 years of relationship. A new road will be built - a new road in which I have to walk the rest of my life with my three lovely daughters.