7:00 am - 13 May, 2032 | *My mother is like my Dad*
"Mummmaaaaa" "Dadddddddddy"
Pihu was screaming so loud that I decided to release myself from the utopia of my dreams and listen to what she has to say.
"Stop screaming first of all. Your mumma is enough," I shouted, though less louder than her.
"Happy Mother's Day, Daddy."
"But I'm not your mother, Pihu."
"No. Mumma told me last night that she has always been the man of this relationship. You behave like a mother and she behaves like a Dad."
"What the? Jaan, will you stop trolling me all the time?" I asked my wife, who was grinning sheepishly on the other side of the bed. Pihu's screaming had broken her sleep too.
"No. I won't, darling. Happy Mother's Day, Daddy," she said in her sleepy voice.
Both of them burst into a peal of merry laughter.
"Uh...." I grumbled and eventually joined them.
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