Repeat until she sees light

I overheard a telephone conversation between a mother and her daughter yesterday. It was sweet and, if you know the back story, heart wrenching. They just spoke for about five minutes or less but it was enough to leave me feeling terharu.

Currently, the mother is working here in KT while her children are in other states and her eldest somewhere between China and Amsterdam. “I should be sad, right.” She sort of posed the question to me. I didn’t know how to respond.

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Earlier this week, I was told of a story about a prominent businessman who will always visit his mother everytime before he goes on overseas trips. He will also make it a point to see her whenever he is in town, even if it was just for five minutes to salam and kiss her before he goes off again.

I instantly teared up when I heard it. I guess I’m a sucker for these kind of stories. And I hope I would be able to emulate that man.

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Ever unfolding / Ever expanding / Ever adventurous and torturous / But never done
Alanis Morrissette – Incomplete