The milk

It's almost 11 pm. I am in my study room.

Just a few minutes ago, Farhan, yet asleep, said, 'I am hungry but I'm sleepy'. Everyone else is already in bed. The Dad who is in charge tonite to look after the kids must be in hybernate mode too.

'You can have warm milk', I suggested, continuing my work. 'Just take some and warm it up in the microwave'.

A few minutes later, I realised he'd already fallen asleep under his blanket - in his room, next to my study room. He must be lazy, ... or scared(?) to take the milk on his own.

Suddenly like feeling regret, should I have taken the milk for him?

Oh anakku.