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The bell rang breaking her sleep. As she rushed to open the door, she cursed under her breath stepping on a lego. What kinda life is this! Seriously… I just slept! She felt like a robot, get up, wash, bathe the baby, cook, work… the day just ends. She craved for his touch, to spend some quality time with him. Papa and mumma had taken over darling, honey and sweetheart. Where were those candle-lit dinners and aromatic candles… the baby sure made them happy, but they craved for that much needed times together... But she couldn’t just leave the baby with any other family member. Even a bathroom trip which left the baby crying made her feel guilty. If only she knew how to handle this better. If only!