I wanted to catch up on my readings today.
I wanted to wake up early to jog today.

I really did,
intend to do both those things today.

But mummy was on leave.
And since I took on this part-time job,
and since sch started,
I feel like I haven't seen her enough
haven't talked to her enough.

I miss my mum.

So this morning,
we went out for traditional chinese breakfast at a coffeeshop.

gai si mee, wanton soup, and teh-o

in a hot,
stuffy coffeeshop,
noisy chatter.

But somehow,
I'm oblivious to all these.

It's just mummy and me,
just like when I was a little kid.

I accompanied her all ard our little cosy,
nothing-to-do neighbourhood,
to the wet, slimy market,
to the dry, air-conditioned supermarket,
to all the aunty places.

She bought durians.

And we sat down on the floor of our little,
but clean kitchen floor,
and like little kids,
enthusiastically pry open the stubborn shells.

She refused to let me open the shells.
She says that I might hurt myself.

Listening to that,
makes me feel like an over-indulged kid.

Happiness can be that simple :)