It’s raining AGAIN! And the cold is getting to my knees. Yet another sign of aging. Maybe even premature aging. My mom seems alright, and her knees do not tell her the weather.
1 February 2011. The month of changes. I’m getting nervous and scared now. There will be changes, and I can only imagine what they would be.
As I lay on my bed, jabbing away at my iPhone, my mom will pop her head in and nag for a bit, despite knowing that it will fall on deaf ears. This… has gone on almost everyday for near 28 (OMG, I need to re-count my age. 28 seems.. not me.) years of my life. And suddenly, I won’t get that anymore. It gets irritating sometimes, but, I definitely will miss it.
I can feel it from my mom too. I see her gazing at me silently sometimes, with an expression which I can’t understand. It can get creepy, frankly. But I can only try to understand how she feels – her firstborn, her little girl, is finally and really going to break away from her apron strings and be a wife, and possibly a mom in time.
She held my hand as I brought her along with me to run some errands after dinner today. I could feel that she was feeling a lot more than just the need to hold my hand to cross the road. After crossing the road, she still held on tight to my cold hand, and started worrying about my health (something bad about having cold hands). Typical of Mummy.
I feel very sad suddenly. As I type this out, my throat feels like it has a burning sour lump stuck in there.
It is inevitable, isn’t it?
I guess it’s going to be a chaos of emotions this month. I hope I won’t be reduced to a blubbering idiot on that day.