"See you soon Bunda. Or at 8, or at 9, or at 10, or at 11 like you said you would be late." Said my son.
I smiled as I entered the house. I smelled home. I saw my beautiful mess. As I picked up some toys on the floor, I imagined what games the kids had played today. There was a drawing, mini ceramics pots, not too chaotic for kids who were left with nini and aki without nannies.
I also saw their time tables, with some check marks on the list. Those that they weren't checked was the responsibility to wash their own dishes. I saw some dirty cups piling up. I saw the microwave's door left half-opened, a baking sheet and a knife. I wonder what they have cooked.
I also saw minecraft was in active window and some search on youtube and google.
Getting home in this hour and not seeing their faces but seeing all the mess they made today, somehow relieved me. As I cleaned them up, I felt like taking a detour of what happened today. As if I was there with them, and those are the reasons why I am smiling though I felt sleepy and tired.
"Sorry babies, I was three hours late. I will make up some other time."