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My Warwick Bachelor's Bridging Module class has started since the past Saturday from 10am-4pm.

Tonight was the 2nd class. It starts at 6pm but ended slightly earlier than 10pm. Bless the Professor.

I started my work shift at 8am. Which means I left my house at 7am took the cab with Irman and sent him to infant school at Toa Payoh before heading to Novena (where I work) by public transport.

Reena was sent by my husband.

By the time I reached class, my heart ached to see my children very badly. I didn't get to pick Irman or see Reena.

It may be a form of exaggeration to some but it is true.

Eversince Reena and Irman were born, I have been the main person who looks after them 90% of the time.

I had to cancel a lot of appointments because I am always with them 24/7.

I visit the supermarket with them, when I have dinner outside it is rarely alone. It will always be with Reena and Irman.

I have never been apart from them for too long.

I took my Leadership Diploma while I was pregnant with Reena. I halted my studies for a while when I was pregnant with Irman.

And now finally pursuing again.

The class is a whole week straight but not the entire 12 months of the year.

But it IS hard for me who has never part ways from my children.

To my delightful surprise, my husband and kids picked me up.

I gave them multiple hugs and kisses. Asked Reena what she did in school during our ride back home until she dozed off.

Then played a short game of "ah-ball" as Irman calls it before he went to bed at home.

Treasures. That's what my children are to me. Irreplacable treasures that I hold o to deeply.

They complete me as a person. My strength when I am down.

What wonders children can do.

And yet I wonder how some inhuman and unjust beasts can simply 'throw' their newborns into the sewer just like those awful pictures that have been circulating around facebook.