Tender Moment

I don't know why I keep thinking about home this few weeks. It was only less than 2 months since the last time I went back. In fact, I have been back 3 times since last January. Maybe because those times when I went home, it was full of missions to be completed, and I did not have the time to really sit down quietly and catch up with my parents, and just enjoying our home sweet home.

I keep thinking about my parents and how they seems to be shrinking in size, and my mother's eyes become shrunken deeper and deeper. That was not how I use to remember my mom. In my mind, she always has been larger in life, acted like a commandant barking orders at her grandchildrens, full of energy and always have something to do working out with her hands. At the age of 66 and trying to catch up with surrounding, she now knows the meaning of Mother's Day. Had wanted to call her (yes, she has her own hands-me-down handphone since last year), but I couldn't. My big guess is that she would be somewhere in the farm doing whatever she needed to do together with my father. Our advice of asking them to stop going to the farm fell on deaf ears. Always giving the same excuse.. "We have nothing else to do"..

I wish that I can be near them. That I can go back anytime I want whenever I miss them. Then again people say, distance make the heart grow fonder...

I wish them long life and health, because I still want to see them again, and let them witnessed how their daughter trying very hard never to let them down, and become a person who they always have intended me to be.