I was just doing my work. Making dinner for me and my daughter, Rina. Well, not exactly, she is 10 month old, so milk is all she needed. So, technically dinner was for only me. That's why I was just trying to make whatever is quick and easy. It had been a long day and I was tired. My husband has gone on a trip with his college friends. So, I am alone cooking in kitchen. I was hearing to some music on my phone. All things considered, it was peaceful, until my daughter started crying. And she really was crying non stop. I was just wanted to rest but now I had to take care of her. Hah... I was going to her room when I heard a call on my phone, but I ignored it and ran as Rina was crying louder and louder while coughing, I got worried. She was in the bedroom. I quickly entered the room and saw her face covered in tear. I lifted her up and pulled her closer. I hummed to her trying to calm her. But she was not stopping. I checked her diaper with my hand but it didn't seems to be the problem. Maybe she was hungy. Any way. End of day one.
