I haven't been seeing my mum lately. She is away in kl for 2 weeks already and it seems like ages since I last saw her. I was away myself too in baling, down south and the jungle. Haven't been home much myself too. The most was one or two days then I'm off somewhere else.
5 days in the camp, surrounded by people all the time, strict schedule, lots of talking and sharing, crazy exercise, cramming infos into my head, politics and now back to civilization. I need a little getting used to. I came back to an empty house. It sure looks and smell like home but it's lacking of something. The nagging noise, the home cooked food, the notevenasingledust floor. Yeah, I miss my mum. It's different to come back home not seeing mum. I never missed her when I was away, regardless of the duration I was away. I know I wont be able to see mum when I am away so the heart prepare itself not to expect mum. But home is a place I associate mum with. I could never imagine home without mum. It will never be home. Now I understand how difficult it is for one to go home when they lost their parent. They rather stay outside because it is easier to cope and move on with life. Anyway I think I'm getting out of the point already. I shall stop here before I start babbling on random stuff. Will update soon.
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