350ml water

It was running late, I frantically grabbed the gear I needed for hall and dumped them into my bag. Mummy came in with a small water bottle in hand and handed it to me, ‘Bring this along, better than drinking from the water cooler all day, not healthy.’

Not wanting to add on to my already stuffed bag, I replied in an ungrateful manner, ‘Don’t want lah! My bag oready so big. Water cooler water ok one lah. This bottle so little water, as if it will make a difference!’

Still, Mummy slotted the small little 350ml plastic vessel into my bag. Hurriedly, I lugged my ‘luggage’ and briefly bade Mummy goodbye. I shuffled my feat towards the elevator, before long I was on my way to the LRT station. On my way, I intuitively turned around and peered towards the direction of my flat, somehow with an unspoken expectancy to find Mummy waving goodbye to me from afar.

There she was, standing by the window silently watching me as I disappeared into the horizon. She wasn’t waving, but that loving gaze in her eyes sufficed. I waved at her as I shouted, ‘Bye Bye.’

Tears welled in my eyes. I love her. Yet these words, I know not how to express. It has been 2 days, and images of mummy standing by the window, gazing lovingly at me, still vivid.

I wonder how she is doing..

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jam! sing! bless!