Mommy's worries never ends

There's probably a lot of grammar mistake in my title.

But it has nothing to do with my English teacher's capability. She played an integral part of my school life..
Being inspired and not afraid to dream.
I miss her.

But what's really on my mind now...at 230am is....

my children...

The ones who's at school...
Discovering the art of socializing...
hierarchy...bully...friends for life...daydreaming

And teachers.

Someone who is there for the essence of being a teacher, hopefully inspiring my kids..
At least one will do...alhamdulillah.

Or someone who doesn't want to be a teacher, but doesn't really qualify to do anything else....

Insulted?

But u know it is true....

My dad was a teacher. Even my sister... And a lot of my friends too. U know when people do things out of passion....

I may lay sleepless thinking these things which is beyond my control..or I could break my back to send them to private schools...

Or I could pray for their best..

The end of nothing really...
When u really think about it.

The kids will be ok...as long as they're happy and healthy.

Their world doesn't end at the blue gate...

It starts outside it....