The gal

You are now seven years old. On your seventh birthday, you wanted friends - you actually wanted lots and lots of friends to attend your party. We as parents , as usual, did our best to fulfill your wish. Sometimes i do wonder whether we are spoiling you. Sometimes you are so so stubborn and non listening type. I really wonder why you are this rebel type. So much a rebel that if we tell to switch the tv off by 5.30, you would say 5.35 or 5.25..., not 5.30 anyways. I think and think and still i can't find any reason.  You love me very possessively...always competes with your father for each and everything. I say this for all my heart dearest that noone has showered me with so much affection and attention as you do now to me. And you want to share your entire life experiences with me...even the sights you see... Most nights you and your father fight for major share of me.amma ente nere thirinj kidakkanam enn neey. അച്ഛൻ കുറച്ച നേരം അല്ലേ kidakkunnullu എന്ന് അച്ഛൻ. Its my absolute deli...