Mummy, when are we going to start packing?
Later... when I feel like it.
Mummy, can we start packing now?
Mummy, let's start packing.
I've been stalling and delaying. And so, this morning, I brought down the bags and slumped myself next to them. I've got my list ready, and I've also put some of the children's clothes aside. In one of the luggages, are the late Mr D's clothes which I have put aside: his collection of Hard Rock Cafe T-shirts.
As much as I want to rush home and be with my sister, a huge part of me is finding it difficult to feel so excited. I try to - with fond memories of the past, and possible excitements involving aromatic food and great companion. Yet, I know that despite the hustle and bustle, and giggles and laughs, the hollowness will echo. Ironic, isn't it - that life can be so full yet so empty?
I know that living in the past - of sadness and melancholy - is not good. I am not. I have faith in the Almighty and I believe in consenting to the divine will. What I am going through is a step into the future: to step ahead, and return to the place where 10 years of love was nourished. It will definitely bring back memories as everything in that room of ours has its own significant story. The hanging on the wall, the pictures in the frames, the furniture in the room... It is going to be painful but I've got to do it. Perhaps, the timing is not so good (with sister's predicament), but who are we to go against what Allah has decided?
It's normal to go through all these, I'm sure (it is normal, isn't it?). Therefore, I'm moving on and braving it all out. Even with one best friend gone back to our creator, one best friend given up on me, and one best friend moving away soon, I still have my bestest friend - the Almighty forever and ever with me... And oh, so many friends who bring smiles to my face!
Now I'd better start packing! 7 days to go!!