It seems so long ago that I updated or even read blogs anymore. I have been missing my grandchildren so much that I think I am going crazy. I do not know what to do with my time, now there are no children to play with or talk with.

I miss little Miki so much that I cried whenever I think of him. and I think of him all the time. Even as I write this My tears keepp flowing uncontrobly down my cheeks. I think of his cheeky smiles and his playful traits and his beautiful locks.

I felt so lost and lonely.

Now I find solace in reading the Koran. But even while rwading the Koran my thoughts are with him. I miss him so much and would wish that I can have him back. But he is someone else's child. The father would not let me see him anymore. He does not trust the maid anymore , because the maid will sometimes sneak him to my house when he goes out.

What is more worrying is he now bring Miki when he goes drinking and make the boy watch him drink rather then leave him at home.