Notes from an almost-empty-nester
It’s December—my favourite month of the year. But December also brings that unavoidable task: setting goals for the year ahead. The ones you need to set but don’t necessarily want to commit to. By the time you cross your forties, your mum’s voice mingles insidiously with your conscience into a persistent, nagging force that pushes you toward ‘doing the right thing.’
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Hello hello dear friends. I’m back home after a month and a half and it feels …… strange. Strange in a nice way. That said, I’m also missing home – my original home, the one I grew up in, my parents’ house.
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I watch mom sitting at the dining table, working on a flower arrangement. She peels away the cellophane binding the bouquet, sorts and discards wilted flowers, trims the long-stemmed lily buds and arranges them carefully in a vase.
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I veer between happiness and dread as mom is wheeled out of the ICU.
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If we were having coffee together we’d be marvelling at how we were already in the 9th month of the year. The year seems to have sprinted past, I’d observe. And you’d laugh and tell me I say that about every year.
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