Irritation coiled round me like a snake as I stared murderously at the six year old, whining in front of me. It was nearly midnight and it was impossible to make the child sleep.
For hours, the little brat has been yelling on top of her lungs, making me wonder where she got all that energy from. And despite my numerous attempts at making her calm down, she still would not sleep.
Slowly, my patience had vanished and now I was so tired of her tantrums that I could no longer control my temper.
But I refrained myself from screaming at her, knowing that it would not help. I just closed my eyes, taking deep breaths.
Just a few more hours to go... Hopefully.
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