103 - Memories - and what kept me going

One of my cousins gave birth to a little boy earlier this week.
We went to see him the day after he was born.
The excitement the baby engendered in me took me back to when our son was born. While the home situation is much improved now and life is calm, it must be that it was our son that kept me going in the dark days.

I hugged my son when we got home, as I do every night, and told him he was my hero and my life – as I do every night.

And I know it sounds silly but in hugging him, I seem to draw strength.

102 - Antonyms and Synonyms

My English Grammar is rather weak but our son was doing his homework.


Antonyms are apparently words that mean the same things; synonyms, the opposite.


There was some word to which I responded, the synonym could be ''funny', like your dad.'


And the antonym? ''Angry, like mum,' he responded instantly.