The Lost Time

I miss my parents.

After 3 weeks of not being home to spend time with them, suddenly my semester has started. Which means I will not spend time with them.

My dad has been sending sms-es on an unusually frequent basis this week, asking me about my timetable, whether I've brought my textbooks, whether I'm still coming home mid-week (I can no longer do so) and when I'm coming home.

[ In the duration of typing this post, he has messaged me three times -- the first to ask whether he will fetch me home tomorrow, the second to say he'll see me tomorrow and will call again, and the third just ":)" ]

I feel his love for me and it brings me close to tears that we're spending so much time apart.

Something my mum said to me last weekend will be etched in my memory forever.

She had just gone to have her photo taken, and I was commenting on how different she looked in the photo. She replied, "Of course, I've become older by two weeks since you last saw me."

This seemingly irrelevant response was, I believe, an honest expression of exasperation. How lonely she must feel during days of my preoccupation with my studies.

Success in life is nothing, if we don't treasure the people we love.

I'm looking forward to going home tomorrow and making up for all the lost time.