The Diary Game - September 1, 2024 | Maintaining the Little King's Mood

A morning that was made lively by Keenan's cries, when he opened his eyes when he woke up from his deep sleep, he saw that there was no one with him on the bed, the appearance of the room might feel unusual to him, he didn't realize he was at his grandmother's house, and it was natural because when we got here last night, he was already asleep during the trip in the car.

I came over to him, as his mother was tasked with slicing spices in the kitchen. I invited Keenan to come out of the room, he held my hand and motioned for me to carry him. I turned on the television and intended to sit him on a chair, but he refused and there seemed to be nothing to watch that suited him.

With a smile I looked at his face which still showed traces of his tears, I took him to the small yard behind the house, Keenan seemed to calm down when I opened the back door of the house and he saw many plants that refreshed his eyes and heart. I took him to see some plants up close to make him happier.

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After lunch, Keenan was eager to explore more things he didn't know yet, he invited me to climb the stairs to go to the room on the second floor, I knew that his wish could not be thwarted, it had to be obeyed so that there would be no commotion. Step by step up the stairs to the top, Keenan saw that there was a storage area on our right side, so he asked and pointed to one of the cardboard boxes there.

Keenan felt like he had found a treasure, because this box contained toys kept by his grandfather. The toy that attracted him the most was a long-barreled gun that had a big sound with colorful lights.

He kept playing with it non-stop, shooting at whoever he saw, and when he shot at me, I had to act like I was really hit by the gun by making an "Ouww" sound, and Keenan would even be happier if I dropped to the floor and then lay on the floor for a moment. This scene had to be repeated as many times as possible, until the shooter finally tired himself out and fell asleep.

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Returning from the mosque after performing Maghrib prayers, Keenan greeted me as soon as I opened the door, he approached me and said the words "Papa..", I knew that this was a sign that he wanted me to accompany him to play again. There was no point in negotiating, because Keenan was a good diplomat.

I could only get around it by directing him to play in the room to save my energy, and it worked, but it didn't last long, even though I had given him toys that he liked, or he had realized that the sound of his gun was just making noise and more noise at night, which should be quiet, especially since his grandfather wasn't in the best of health.

Keenan asked me to pull the three-wheeled vehicle he was riding, I took him around every facet of the television room and kitchen, counting my steps, it was equivalent to one lap around a soccer field. Until the savior came, my mother invited me to have dinner, so Keenan's grandmother automatically took over full control of her grandson.

Then... I left everything about Keenan in the hands of his mother and grandmother, I wanted to relax with my smartphone in the front yard of the house while feeling the evening breeze.

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