The home feels strangely quiet without the presence of my parents.
Miss the sight of mum sitting in the kitchen reading her Bible, using the laptop or preparing a meal. Her presence fills the home with warmth and peace. Teaching at home allows me to traipse into the kitchen between classes to have a quick exchange of words and sometimes sneaking to sniff her hair when she’s distracted with her book or phone. The scent of her hair smells so good, comforting and mama-ish. 🙂
I miss my dad who’s usually parked in front of the computer or television after dinner. With his feet propped up on the table in an extremely un-ergonomic posture, he opens at least 10 tabs on Windows while reading articles and news from Bloomberg, Malaysiakini, Star Online, Wall Street Journal, etc. I think if he could understand Tamil and Mandarin, he would be reading Tamil and Chinese newspapers as well!
A woman I believe, is the heart of the home. Her presence itself brings comfort and security to her children and husband even though she may be occupied with chores and a myriad of tasks.
I know I would want to be home with my children in future, as much as circumstances allow.
Well, if I ever do get married and have children. 😀