As i painfully stared at the piercing picture before me, little did i realize how deeply turn apart i could really get. The expressions on the little baby's eyes weakened my soul, breaking the gates of my tear gland and leaving me defenseless from weeping. Haven't seen my mum in 5 five years fueled my worries, cus i feel i wasn't different from the picture. But guyz what exactly could be the difference between the little baby and my self i pounder! Then it became clear.. The difference is the ability to be able to wipe her tears when ever she cries, keep her hopes and faith alive when ever she's lost, change her world with my availability and resources when ever she's in need, and most keeping her smiles and happiness alive with so much love. So why remain a baby when you can actually make a difference with mama.. My Ernest gratification to steemit for this platform.. Truly it's beautiful.. I look forward to making it right. Smiles and winks.
