Our One Joy

It’s a weird time.

Before, Hugo and I could barely ever be seen one without the other. Now? It’s almost as if we avoid each other.

Hugo was never the most dynamic, but he was always willing to go outside and do things. Now, when Hannah’s being looked after, he retreats somewhere, and loses himself in thought. Or he sleeps, a lot. He hasn’t streamed anything in weeks.

It’s not just on him, though. I don’t know if it’s Hugo I flee as much as the apartment, but I, on the contrary, am always outside. I take up my morning joggings again, but they’re not as relaxing as they once were. The San Myshuno Uptown is not exactly a nurturing environment.

But there is one thing that we both agree on and that has us gravitate towards each other, towards the life and the remnants of joy in our apartment.

Hannah.

The Uptown feels so… empty.

Hannah is our little angel. She’s an independent little one, content with diving into the worlds in her little toddler books. She always wants more, she always imagines more.

My happy Hannah.

She’s as cuddly as ever.

I’m lucky she’s there.