A test by using ScribeFire

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My son, my hero

It's freakin' 2:24 am and I'm still wide awake. I don't know why, but this new obsession I have with my 'recently acquired' 3G internet connection at home have really spun my world around. Finally, after nearly 2 years without a decent internet connection at home, I'm now once again a member of the 'www' community. And it feels great! Freaking awesome and cool if you think 'bout it 'cause now, technically, I'm connected to the world. Isn't that great?

Anyway, I learnt something really important today. Something that made me realize how much my family means to me. It was a valuable lesson and sadly I had to experience it the hard way. Tonight, I saw my son cried. I saw him cry for what he wanted on which I can't give. I fucking hate myself for this. I fucking hate the fact that he has to be strong for me and at his age, it's a big fucking responsibility. More or less, I've learnt that you're the most strongest and mature 3 1/2 year old I've ever knew.