"Happy birthday, son!" I greeted my son when he woke up.
I immediately approached and showered him with kisses. I didn't think my son was two years old. What if he grew up? I can't hug and kiss him anymore because I'm sure my son will be ashamed.
I smiled when he kissed me back on the cheek. I immediately picked him up and pinched his cheek.
"Mama, am-am!" He pointed to his mouth.
"Is the birthday boy hungry?" I took the towel and we left the room. "Let's take a bath first!"
I hung the towel on my shoulder while my son was already clapping and stomping. We were both stunned when I saw the living room full of balloons. I saw Minda lying on the floor while writing something. When he saw us, he immediately stood up and came to us.
"Happy Birthday, Zellor!" Minda greeted happily and imme
