Haunting Weekend

The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family. ~Thomas Jefferson

Last weekend I went back to my hometown. It's been a while since I did that so I thought, ah, just pack your bags and head home! Plus, my mom and sis have been pestering me mercilessly (as a result, my guilty conscience was working overtime).
I don't know what it is about this particular weekend that haunts me. Not in a scary way, though. Been thinking about it since I got home on Sunday. Been like, rewinding again and again the events that happened last weekend on my mind.
First, there was this night when me, my mom, sis and her fiance, with the air-cond on and the lights off, huddled in front of the TV, each in his/her own blanket, and watched a horror movie. Well, guess who ended up screaming her lungs out? But the funny thing is, we all fell asleep halfway through watching. Yup, despite the screaming and the huddling. Anyone who saw us that night must be thinking we looked like those fire victims who lost everything in the fire and had to sleep at the balai raya! It was so funny! Never did anything like that in my life!
Then, there was this time, in the afternoon, when I just sat in my bedroom and did some work on my laptop. Then my mom slowly crept in. She brought all her sewing stuff and sat on the floor beside my bed and started sewing. My heart back then felt like it was blossoming over and over and over again. Then I remembered, faintly, that there were a couple of times in the past, when I got home, she would just come to where I was and joined me. If I were lying on bed, she would come and lie down next to me. If I were on the swing, she'd come and sit next to me. Man, I guess she really misses me. It's nice to know that my mom kinda needed to be close to me. God as my witness knows my mom never showed this kind of affection when I was growing up. And I am so honoured :-)

Originally posted on http://izzyz7.reciter.com on 31 July 1007

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