baby

Sometimes, I’ll say, if I were a baby, no reasonability or anything to worry about, how nice that will be.

Ever image that if you were a baby, and you don’t know how to talk but cry, whenever there’s something to express. Then that’s not really a fun thing anymore.

Recall that when my kids were babies, often time when they cried, you try hard to find out what happen, hungry, tired, dirty diaper, sick or any situation that you can think and take care of it of but they still cry. They must be desperate to let you know something’s going on that make him uncomfortable and frustrate about that no one understand him at the mean time.

I do have no clue to know others’ thinking or feeling unless you are in their shoes, in most of the case, true!