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Everytime i saw moms who separated from their babies, I've always wandered how could they smile and laugh but not cry.

Now I'm on their shoes.
Now I know.

I smile and laugh and work and chat and write and browse and read and do more and more stuff.

Not because I'm enjoying the alone time.

It's because, when I do nothing, I remember my baby.

Can't wait for Eid Al-Fitr to meet him again.

My baby and I (photo's taken by me)