Flashback December 27, 2020: My son was sick, the refrigerator wasn't working and I had gone to Chroma to look for an alternative. I returned home in 15 minutes to find the toddler crying hysterically and his grandparents and the cook unsuccessfully trying to pacify him. Tired, anxious and upset I had complained to my husband later in the evening, "Three people in the house and they cannot keep my son for 15 minutes!" The next morning there were only two out of the three left. My father-in-law had passed suddenly in the morning. The fridge was delivered at the time of my father-in-law's funeral. It bears a reminder how fickle human life is.
Two days back, I uttered the same words and stormed out of the house. Similar situation, different people, who couldn't keep a tantrum-throwing preschooler. It took 25 laps of power swimming (in 20 minutes, my fastest record) to calm me down. The words kept ringing in my ears. Words, that haunt me forever.
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