Three years and a few months later

I place the last of Wilmer's clothes into the bag before zipping it close then pulling it towards the rest of the bag by the corner of the room" Mum. Mum..." Wilmer calls from the bathroom gaining my attention.

"I am coming" I call back before walking into the bathroom to find my three-year-old son standing on the stool by the sink with a toothbrush in his right hand and a toothpaste on his left hand while staring at the mirror, I walk towards him before taking the toothbrush and paste from him" didn't I ask you to wait while I try arranging...