Chasing Cars

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.

ZA

Comments

Anonymous said…
perhaps a change would be good, considering the current state of affair...

myra

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