Cross my heart.
April 19, 2008 by isza
Whenever he leaves for the weekend to be with his father, he tells me in a tone of voice that speaks of so much promise – “I’ll be gone for just one night. I promise when I come back I’ll watch T.V with you.”
I pout and pretend to be a little sad, “I understand but promise me you’ll be good.” He stands up and marks his heart with a cross sign.
“I promise, mom. Cross my heart. Mother father die!”
Hah! It reminds me so much of my childhood. I still believe that promises are not meant to be broken.
