Puja goes back to work today. The mood at home is quite grim. She is as stressed as she can be.
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However, last evening was beautiful. I was looking at the two daughters -- one busy with pretend play and the other busy bobbing her head in Puja's lap -- and I was thinking that these certainly are the best days of our lives. I know it is hard to acknowledge the fact and so much seems to be msising but still I don't know what else will top this.