Last night was the
first time Naila and me had an actual conversation like two intellectual human
being. By that I mean, she can speak properly and not some gibberish monkey
language. I was so proud of her that her speech is getting articulate and more
advance by the day.
I remember how
worried I was that she was not talking at an age where kids should be talking.
I was thiiiis close to bringing her to see a speech therapist. Despite people
telling me I should just give her time and that eventually she will talk, I was
not satisfied with old wives theory. So I took matters in my own hand and with
the help from Joe and Kaisan, we embarked on the journey to teach Naila to
talk.
And she's talking now. I'm very happy. I don't complain when she
talk too much. In fact I feel proud that she achieve this milestone despite
doctor once said she might have speech difficulty one day due to her tongue.
Last night, Naila and me had a long discussion. Even though it
was about why she should not use my pads as her diaper (long story for another
day), I wanted to hug her and tell her I'm so so happy but she was being
serious about her curiosity so I just smile and I explained to her in a way
that her 2-year-old brain can understand.
