Of spellings and mistakes.

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Frn. That’s how my 5-year-old nephew spells my name. He hasn’t yet understood the concept of vowels. When I was his age, his mother (my sister), fed me lunch, told me stories, and taught me the alphabet. In return, I borrowed, without permission of course, the contents of her Oxford instrument box. Gave her a nice surprise during Maths period, I’m sure. I also poured my thoughts (read : scribbled from end to end without taking the pencil off the paper, hence forming a seamless and abstract work of art) in her record book. I’m making up to her by taking care of her two boys. The 5yo that I mentioned earlier and another one who’s turning 3 this week. They keep me busy every minute of every day they’re at my place. Fair warning : I am obsessed with my three nephews(there’s another one that I haven’t mentioned here) […]