My Mother

I sent mum to the Bayan Lepas airport yesterday afternoon. She was flying to KL to stay a night before flying off to Kelantan with Kitty for the weekend.

We asked Meena the maid to bring Jonathan and Zerlynde to the kitchen so as to spare them the pain of seeing their granny leave the house without them. At the airport, dad called mum to tell her that Zerlynde had been crying for her. In the background, Zerlynde could be heard going “Ah Ma, Ah Ma” at the top of her lungs.

I looked at mum. She was in tears herself.