A stupid Father in his own words :-
I snatched her four-month-old son and left her. In fact, the family was fed up with the daily taunts.
"Your wife doesn't work."
I felt the same way. What did you do
Do you do all day? Utensils, clothes, house cleaning work
Is done. Keep lying down
Today was the beginning of my first night after leaving her. No one on my side was going to make me laugh at their mischief.
Yes, my son definitely was. Which I had just sewn with a feeder.
You don't understand
What I had to do from breastfeeding to putting the baby to sleep. I want to go into detail. I got up and went to the kitchen. I washed the feeder with soap and put water on the stove. I boiled the feeder.
Then heat the water to make milk and put the powder in it. Then somewhere a feeder was ready.
After breastfeeding, I put it on my shoulder and kept it warm. So that the milk can be digested. Then he laid her down to change her pamper and found out that the child had defecated. When he took him to the bathroom and cleaned him, he came back and vomited the milk. I quickly grabbed the handkerchief.
Well, he put the pamper on again and started swinging in his arms. Boil the milk, cool it, and keep it in the fridge. If she had, she would have made Milk Shake and put it in my hands. But now who is in such a dilemma. I will bake and eat my bread right now.
But flour ???
Right now I will have to knead. Thankfully, the curry is cooked. All I have to do is put it in the bowl and press the oven button. Pampers ... wipes ... toys ... feeders ... sheets in their proper places and
Bread. no. I have to iron clothes to go to the office in the morning.
I started ironing clothes.
Just as the shirt was being pressed, the son began to cry. Now I put it in the swing and started swinging the swing. I was starving. God sealed the baby and called a restaurant and ordered food to be delivered. Half an hour later the food was in front of me.
I finished eating in the big bites because I knew that if my son woke up again, there would be food left. I started to get tired. It was eleven o'clock. I collapsed on the bed.
"Saira", take that sheet out of the closet. I want to sleep covered
But no ... now you have to get up by yourself.
I was also thinking that UPS was also stopped working. The fan was turned off. Before the heat, my son would wake up and start running. I jumped out of bed and took the manual fan out of the closet. I started fanning it and at the same time, I started shaking myself with the intensity of sleep. At twelve o'clock the electricity came and I fell asleep immediately.
At two o'clock the sound of my son crying opened my eyes. Suddenly I woke up from a deep sleep and my head started aching. She was hungry. I got up cheaply and made it into canned milk. At about half-past one my son fell asleep and so did I.
I don't know when my son woke up and cried.
So he was crying. And the material was coming out of his pamper and was being absorbed in the bed sheet. I got up quickly. Changed the pamper
Washed the bed sheet and laid a loose bed sheet. Except for nine. Saira used to make yogurt at home for breakfast. I don't know what time it was.
I poured milk into the saucepan to make tea and started thinking
There was a time when Saira was not busy. There was no reduction in my service. There were only three jobs in the house for which I had hired a maid. Taking care of a child was enough to make him tired.
But she would give me food on time
If I was tired, she would oppress me. If I was sad, she would laugh at me and comfort me. She would cheer me up when I got into business disputes. I was lost in thought. The milk boiled and came to the shelf. I slowly began to put the cloth on the shelf.
What do you do all-day
Wow, why is your body hurting?
Which mountain have you fallen?
And that aspect would change
Maybe tears will flow from my sarcastic remarks
But the cruel man never cared
After a while, she would change sides and lean on my face.
"I love you"
So I would reply with a smile. And she would start insisting.
It was ten o'clock in the morning. And took a leave of absence from work due to sleep deprivation
And they were all busy in their rooms. They were just telling me yesterday that your wife is not working.
No one bothered to make me a cup of tea.
I put the baby in the car and drove on the paths that would forever connect me with Saira.
Arriving there, I folded my hands and apologized and she came with me as usual with a big heart.
Readers, my request to the married gentlemen is that all is well with you, everyone can give you advice, but the greatest right on you is of your wife. Give her time. Ask her. Take care of her. She serves your children and your family without greed all day long without wages. You know what she gets in return...?
Thanks for reading.
