reality

after more than 3 months of frolicking all over the world, i'm finally back to where i was.

not sure that i am more receptive to the idea of living alone again; especially since i've experienced what it was like to be cared for by a pseudo mother who is a housewife -- something i have never felt before. my mother often told me some time back that she was willing to drop everything at work to become a housewife for 3 months. unfortunately, i have yet to come back to a home with home-cooked meals waiting for me everyday.

no, don't get me wrong. i don't loathe my mother for not being able to keep to what she said.

it's just that i really wanted to feel that for myself; even if it was just for a week.. not to mention, a day.

but with circumstances and mounting pressures on my mother, i know that it is close to impossible for me to experience that. fortunately Gordon's parents provided the love and care for me and filled the missing piece in my heart. nobody understands how much this means to me, not even Gordon. it's just like how we're accustomed to having a telly at home yet it is a treat for people who never grew up watching the telly.

his mother was a provider of audience to the most heartfelt struggles i've been having for all of my life. she was sympathetic and yet she could empathize with the predicaments i've gone through. i also appreciated how she didn't despise me, since i was shy from the calibre of women her friends' sons have. she treated me like i was her own.

i couldn't be more thankful to his family -- i wonder if it's God's will that brought me to them?





what is the furthest distance?
it is one where you can see and hear; but you can't feel.