Warm day
It is night time yet it feels like a built-in sauna at home. "Cold" ought to be the word to describe this lonesome home which my ahma live in and deprived of people. Years ago, it used to include my aunt, who would be complaining about my younger brother who is not cooperative; Mummy just got home from work, nagging at Daddy who's too engrossed in reading the Straits Time, to stop reading and eat dinner, grandly prepared by ahma; Jasmine would have returned home already, just bathed and came out of the toilet; Uncle, talking loudly with my Mummy. I have always woundered..if all this crowded scene still exist, all my worness from the day's work would be forgotten when I'm greeted by this rosy scene upon my return in the evening.
I wouldn't be eating Subway for dinner. I wouldn't be buying KFC for just my ahma but my entire family. Or perhaps I wouldn't even have to..because Mummy would have bought us something. I guess it's very likely I inherited her genes. Splurging money on food for the family.
I doubt I'd have to exhaust my friends, asking them out all the time, yearning for attention. Mummy would meet me for dinner. Only this time, she wouldn't have to foot the bill, it would be her try-to-be-fillial-son.
Not to even mention about being lonesome, very much like what ah-ma must be feeling now. I feel sad for her. Which explains why I have been coming home early when nobody wants to go out with me. Which is a good thing too bah.
The truth fades... from the loud family conversation, reduced to the present "Lei Di Hu Sheng" (this live-radio).. Like a whispering truth, never to be heard again.
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Wednesday, September 17, 2008
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