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The night before school starts again.

After training, we had sushi for dinner and finished the night with an ice cream each. walking hand in hand.

When we got home, she asked “Mummy have you taken a pic today?”

“No baby. I haven’t had a chance.”

“Well let’s take a photo mummy. You have to complete your project.”

We got changed into matching pjs and set the camera on self timer. 4 tries.

When we tucked ourselves into bed, Nah-nah said in a happy excited voice “I hope I have a good teacher and I hope Tara and I will be in the same class.”

“Omg I’m so nervous and excited.”

“I’ll be a year 6 prefect mummy.” squealing a little, proud tone.

And indeed she should be proud.

Tomorrow, she will be a year 6 student, a prefect, a senior in primary school. Her last year in primary school.

Tomorrow, my Taiyah will be a year 8 boy. I have to repeat that again. Year 8! I’m shaking my head in disbelief.

Through all this anticipation, excitement, nervousness Nah-nah still remembers to remind me of my daily pics as she knows how much it means to me. How did I get so lucky?