Sometimes when im on the way home, of course when its all grey and dark, I have the urge to instead, take a plane to my mum's side. I want to return home to a noisy and naggy mother, fresh laundry and home-cooked food.
And then i remember that she gave all of her youth to us, my brother and i, and daddy, and she has a life too, its just her time to soar like an eagle and return to use when she's tired. Its just like a baseball game where players keep hitting and running till they hit a home-run. Im waiting for mum to hit hers, and decide that the game's over - come home.
We could be best friends again, we could see each other and bicker everyday. We don't have to sing daddy's birthday song over the phone and I don't have to try and match up to all the roles that you were. When im tired and stressed i just wished you'll be the one telling me a stupid joke about your silly encounters of the day, or emphasizing the need to stop frowning.
"It was my father who grew toward us as the years went by; it was my mother who grew away."
For now, My nosey neighbour constantly probes about my emotional welfare, i wished she could stop so i can also stop giving her the standard small talk answers, yeah, maybe one day when i agree to go to church with her. No innuendo intended ok.
