After our mensive yesterday, our family suddenly had a lot of plans. One of them was Whittaker's birthday. Yesterday we went shopping for Pop Mart, and today's agenda was going to Timezone to celebrate. There, Whittaker looked really happy, playing lots of arcade games and trying all kinds of machines. He kept making random comments like, “Bun, can you buy me a claw machine like this?” My hubby and I could only shake our heads, amused by how random and adorable he could be. After playing for a while, he had a little “battle” with his dad at the basketball arcade. “Yah, if I win, buy me a Lego set.” “You’ll never win,” his dad replied, jokingly.

After that, once we were done playing, we went for dinner, just the three of us. The moment felt simple but warm, filled with light conversations and little laughs. Seeing him that happy really made the whole day feel complete.

As I mentioned yesterday, my family has been busy with so many plans. Today, we’re celebrating Paloma's birthday, Takhi's birthday and North's birthday. Nothing too fancy—just a simple morning picnic on a wide green field, letting them run around and laugh freely. We prepared one big cake with three candles for the three birthdays. When it was time, everyone gathered closer, their eyes lighting up. “Make a wish first,” I said softly. One closed his eyes seriously, the other giggled—and Takhi, being a little mischievous, almost blew the candles too early. “Hey, not yet!” North's laughed. He just grinned. “One, two, three—” The candles went out in one breath, followed by applause and laughter. We cut the cake and shared it—first for aunty, then my two boys, then everyone else. “It’s so good… can I have more?” “Of course,” I smiled. It may not be a grand celebration, but in that open green field, with laughter, a little bit of Takhi's mischief, and all the warmth we share—it feels more than enough.

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