Juz read yingqun's post... Juz read "For One More Day" two weeks ago... Juz read my own story...
I do remember myself in Primary 1, when i studied afternoon session... Mornings i would wake up sooo early to send my bro off in de school bus with my mum, then we would take a stroll home... But there always came de time when she had to leave for work... And for de whole mornin i would be callin her office, once every 15 min at least, juz to hear her voice... When i went to school, i still thought of callin her but then i had no phone..now that i have one, i don't... I always sobbed before lessons started because i had no way of callin her...
Then there were de times when she had to go on work trips overseas... I remember de nights when i cried durin dinner because she wasn't there... I remember myself countin down to de day she returned... I still remember this noon when she left for de airport while i was havin lunch - I did not turn to say goodbye cuz i was cryin n i did not want her to see...
I remember how i used to love holdin my mum's hand, and swing it real hard... I could never have imagined that i would be wantin to let go of her hand as i do now, when she has become de one wantin to hold mine... I remember de times when kissin her was a privilege and now givin her a hug has become childish... She used to tell me stories before i slept, even though they were repeated; but now i detest her naggin, because it wasn't stories she told, but facts about myself...
I can't imagine how i used to cry because she was away, neither would i expect myself to again...
But neither have i expected myself to cry so wildly as i type this post...
I do remember myself in Primary 1, when i studied afternoon session... Mornings i would wake up sooo early to send my bro off in de school bus with my mum, then we would take a stroll home... But there always came de time when she had to leave for work... And for de whole mornin i would be callin her office, once every 15 min at least, juz to hear her voice... When i went to school, i still thought of callin her but then i had no phone..now that i have one, i don't... I always sobbed before lessons started because i had no way of callin her...
Then there were de times when she had to go on work trips overseas... I remember de nights when i cried durin dinner because she wasn't there... I remember myself countin down to de day she returned... I still remember this noon when she left for de airport while i was havin lunch - I did not turn to say goodbye cuz i was cryin n i did not want her to see...
I remember how i used to love holdin my mum's hand, and swing it real hard... I could never have imagined that i would be wantin to let go of her hand as i do now, when she has become de one wantin to hold mine... I remember de times when kissin her was a privilege and now givin her a hug has become childish... She used to tell me stories before i slept, even though they were repeated; but now i detest her naggin, because it wasn't stories she told, but facts about myself...
I can't imagine how i used to cry because she was away, neither would i expect myself to again...
But neither have i expected myself to cry so wildly as i type this post...
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