So.

Big Tin of milk powder, check.

Blanket, check.

Pillow, check.

My own baby pillow, oh, check.

Spare clothes from the bamboo poles, check.

One set of clean undies and a set of work clothes, check.

Pram, check.

Diapers. Bought from petrol kiosk. Check.

Work stuff. Check.

Door to my room, lock.

At 11.30pm, I ran away from home, with baby in tow.

Dad was already out, trying to get away from all the madness. This morning, I found out he never went home either, but opted to stay in his office for the night. I had tears in my eyes when I heard how he is suffering as much as well.

That ended the eventful night that I have no wish to recall.