he shines

Every time the boy is on stage, he shines. Even if I'm not able to be physically there to watch him perform, I know that he shines. Soon he will be off pursuing his interests and dreams, and I will be here, imagining, waiting, hoping. When he's surrounded by so many supporters, teachers, friends, family, people who enjoyed his playing, I am small. But I wait. I wait for him to see me, I wait for him to give me a familiar smile. I wait for his eyes to tell me that he's mine.

It's gotta be your turn someday

It's funny watching him write down an endless list of things to buy. It's funny watching him worry about his accommodation. It's funny watching him learn how to cook from my mum. It's funny watching him go through what I've been through one+ year back.

The roles have reversed, but better yet, I am now the guru because I know what it's like living far away from home.

We are not ready, but we're still going ahead with The Grand Plan.

A bit crazy? Maybe.