On our last day in Chicago, I feared how Aarav was going to react the next day on gong back home. In bed as we got ready to sleep, I thought to try a different track . I said, " Tomorrow we will go home. "
Aarav : " I don't want to . "
Me: Don't you miss Saachi ? your home ? Toys ?
Aarav : " Tell Saachi to also come to chicago . "
This wasn't going well . I changed my track . The pretend crying started.
Me : But I'm missing my home. My bed. My books. My house . I want to go homeeeee ... .
Aarav ( totally stressed ) : Don't wory mom ! I will take you home. We will go home tomorrow.
Me : Really .
Aarav : Yes ! ( smiling . )
Me : Yaaaaayyyyy ...
Aarav ( taking my face in his tiny hands ) : Are you feeling better now mom ?
Me ( feeling super guilty as all hell by now ) : Yes, thank you .
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