Yesterday, I walked into the living room of my father's house and felt a breeze of dullness overwhelm me . No, it wasn't the furniture or the walls , it was the absence of my mother .
On a normal day , when I arrive home after a journey , I'm mostly embraced with the sound of mother's voice from the kitchen. " who is it"? Is her most familiar question to ask, but not yesterday .
Everything felt different , although to my surprise , the boys kept the kitchen neat & tidy. It still wasn't mum-like.
There was no mum to ask how my journey was , how where I was coming from was , no mum to share my new experiences and stories with. No mummy to ask if the tiles are shiny, so she'll know whether or not to experiment with another cleaning product. The list goes on.
I thought about it for quite some time , one person can make a huge difference in your life . Don't get it wrong when my mum is home , we have lots of misunderstandings, but that's it .
She's still someone , I'd never want to lose .
She has always been there from inception till date , criticising and appreciating . Almost everybody I've been close to have left my life , but mum is still there , always has been , always will be .
Now I know why parents cry when their children are getting married , it sucks to see part of your home go away .
I hope you find that someone that makes everywhere feel weird when they are not around. Someone that becomes home to you .😪.
PS : happy belated birthday to the best mum and best grandma . 💞💖
Many more years to my day 1 , A&F. 👏👏