Dear diary

Today was just ok, in the morning I took my newly mother cousin to an appointment for her also one month old son. I notice how frustrated she way when I kept changing my mind on what item he should have on due to the high chilly weather. “You think this is funny, but it’s not, he’s not a doll to be played with” she said to me. I felt stupid that she said that to me, but yeah he not a doll. Underneath her shallow voice, I can tell that she was fed-up. We didn’t know whether to bring the car seat, the baby pouch bag, neither or both. Her facial expression was no near happy. I wanted to bark at her and say “you had him now you got to live with him”. She did not deserve to hear that, never will I allow myself, under no circumstances, to tell her that.
On our way to the hospital she kept on giving me big gasp of air, whispering “oh, boy”. It was not my fault there were so many traffic I said to myself. I did not want to tell her that she needed an attitude re-adjustment but instead let it slide and said I too would have been upset. An appointment at 8:30 AM and 8AM is when we are walking outside the door. It would take us at least a good 20 min to get from where we were going, and it’s always a good thing to give oneself extra time. Oh well. We got there eventfully. I got lost and did not know where I was going, and turning round and round making circles. But we got there.