His name is Nizami.. He has soft heart, but he always independent in front of me.. He likes to play doctor toys and something makes me want to write this posting is a moment that he gives my knee hansaplast.. In that moment, actually I still bussy with my work and I don't aware he has reason why he put handsaplast in my knee.. Until at middle night when my sons have been slept, I open the handsaplast and look there is scar on my knee.. Even, this is my body, but I don't aware with my body but my special melancolic son can understand what I need.. Hmmm.. I love him totally 🤗♥️
