Life..

Mum, dad and helper boy (Naymee), left today. I'm having butterflies in me tummy again. I don't know when ill meet them again. A year seems like an eternity of waiting. Being a mum now, makes me appreciate the effort my parents put into my upbringing even more. All time mum used to say 'wait till you grow up, you'll know', I wish I could say 'Mum, I still don't know, plz stay back'.

Their plane leaves in 45 mins, we left them at the airport an hour ago. I miss them already. Imran took me shopping at heartland to divert my attention. I'm smiling, but he knows I'm hurting.

It's painful. I don't want to endure it. I don't want to be all grown up, living at my own place, running my own life. I wanna lie back, kick out and scream. Lie down in mama's lap again. Cry for no reason at all. I did that. Last night. But now I feel miserable, coz i know she thinks I'm hiding something. I'm not. I'm happy. As happy as can be. Alhamdolillah. But I want perfection. The one that can be attained by their presence alone. The ease. That comfort, that warmth of knowing that there exists two mighty pillars of support that i can easily trust for support. The one I had, while they were here.

Hoping to stand on the greener side of the hill,
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