On turning 7

I always still referred to X as 6 year old. For some reason, my foggy brain refused to acknowledge that he had turned 7. I hope 7 was a fabulous for the boy. The start of the year was tumultuous. New school, new waking hours, new routine and even a new tennis class to boot. …

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Celebrating Xav’s 7th

The day after Jay Chou's concert was the day of X's party. Barely 3 weeks' after Z's party, it was X's. It basically meant we were back to back on parties and battling fatigue, the start-of-school and pretty much everything else. We tried to keep it simple by outsourcing and getting deliveries where we could. …

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