I had been out on the tracks jogging for well over two hours. It had left me drenched in sweat. My pony tail had become loose over that time and stray hairs stuck to my neck. I was breathing heavily. I went into the gym changing rooms and took a quick shower. As much as I wanted to stay under the flowing water forever, I had to pick up my little malaikat from the nursery. As I knew I was going home, I dressed in casuals: light blue skinny jeans and a white tank top. I dried my hair under the hair dryer, but gave up quickly. My dark curly hair fell well below my shoulders. It would take ages to...

"Come on, angel, it's time to wake up," I said, nudging my three tahun old daughter in a hopeless attempt to wake her.

"No," she grumbled in her sweet little voice, under the duvet.

"Kady, do we have to do this every morning?" I sighed, gently pulling the covers away from her, while she tried tugging it up towards her.

"Nooo," she whined. Weren't three tahun olds supposed to be lively and bouncing up and down like they were high around this time? Yeah, my Kady was lebih like me on that front.

"Kady," I berkata in a stern voice, "it's getting late. anda have to get dressed, have breakfast, then I have...