My mom will be living with me for 2 weeks starting today. This morning she prepared my breakfast much like she used to do during my younger years.
At first, I was hesitant to accept the ‘baon’ she wanted me to take to office, but in the end, I yielded and simply got off to work with my breakfast at hand.
Eating my special breakfast got me teary-eyed. I realized I haven’t spent ample time at ‘home’ for more than 9 years now.
I miss the laughter at the breakfast table, the stories during lunchtime and the advices at dinner.
But most of all, I miss the tap on the back, the shoulder to cry on and the arms willing to embrace me during my most trying times.
So I will take this two weeks to renew old ties and create beautiful memories with her, while I am awaiting my ‘going home‘ at the end of this year.