Happy 7th Birthday, Rosh!

Our lil’ dude’s 7th birthday started with a lot of crying, hugging, kissing and I-love-you’s. Yanan posted on Facebook,

Rosh was deeply asleep when I woke up. Everyone in our family was. So, I stood up and grabbed a book to read. A few minutes later, Rosh started crying in his sleep. I instinctively flung the book at the wall and gently pulled Rosh in my arms. I hugged him as he kept on crying.

I asked him questions. “Did you have a bad dream?” “Did you dream of monsters?” “Did you dream of zombies?”. I even joked and asked him if he dreamt of unicorns and princesses. But he said “no” to every question and cried and cried and cried.

Then I told him with a smile, “You shouldn’t be crying. It’s your birthday.”

But he continued crying for the next five or so minutes until he spoke, “I dreamed my dad.” (Rosh’s grammatical mistakes are so cuuuuute!)
I interjected, “Did he die?” (Which I meant as a joke.)

Rosh’s eyes were stating to swell from so much crying. He shook his head saying, “No, Kuya. Daddy made me drink milk.”

Then he cried even harder. In a weak, frail voice he said three words. Three words that absolutely brought me to so much tears, “I love Daddy.”

And I cried. I cried so hard. My eyes heavily rained as those words resonated through my head. Man, Rosh, you tear-jerker! Haha, I love you, bro.

At first I thought that when Dad gave Rosh milk in his dream, Rosh cried because he didn’t want to drink the milk but loved Dad anyway. But when we asked Rosh to confirm what really happened in his dream, he said that he really liked the milk and also said that what Dad did for him was, from his own words, “so sweet”. Awwwwww.

Happy (ironic) birthday, Rosh! No, seriously now, have a great and happy birthday, Rosh!