Mom called just now, asking me whether I still wanted to work in the Middle East. I said Yes. And there was a deliberate pregnant pause. I told her that we will talk about this when I'm home for Eid. She said Okay. But it was monotonous and weak and dry.
The thing is, I had spent a hefty sum of my life living outside Malaysia. She sees me often, but not for long. And now, when this chance kicks in, I couldn't say no because I want this so badly and I have waited long enough, almost gave up.
I think she doesn't want to let me go.