While little toddlers spend their time running around and playing, I was the slave-driver putting my son through a daily routine of exercises - seven days a week - in the hope that one day, he would be able to walk and run.
There were times when he was really tired but at my persistent prompting, he would continue with the exercises, whether to do push up, or to stand from a sitting position and so on.
Our first separation was when I had to leave in the night after he had slept to go to hospital because my daughter was due to be born.
My mother told me that the next morning, he pushed himself in his baby walker to every room in the flat to look for me. Not finding me anywhere, he finally stopped in a bedroom and burst out crying.
It must have been a frightening experience for him because there had never been a moment when I was away from him.
Our second separation happened because he was sick and had to be admitted to hospital.
He is the sweetest young man ever. I miss giving him hugs and kisses and telling him how much I love him.
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