When i was small, i was eager to be a scout. I remembered there’s one time where we need to gather at Merdeka Square (Dataran Merdeka) for an occassion. I can’t remember what’s it all about. I was late and it was Sunday. My mum brought me to Stadium Merdeka because I can’t differentiate between Merdeka Square and Stadium Merdeka. After rushing from home to the wrong destination, she then send me to Dataran Merdeka. This is one of the sweet things she done for me and everytime I replay the memory, i become quite emotional.
If i were to proclaim myself as a number 2 procrastinator, i believe no one’s dare to claim to be the first in procrastinating. Last evening, she asked me to grab the garbage and dispose it to the garbage store below. Here’s the conversation.
Mum : go throw the garbage now.
Me : Later lar, can wait right the garbage.
Mum : Isk, ask u do things, u procrastinate. (“She’s sad”)
Me : *silence
This morning, she ignored me. My heart hurts. I’m sorry mum if i hurt u last night. It just that when we are in good terms, she can joke around. I remembered she told my housemate that the more time we spend together, we shall had disputes and arguements over even a small little matter.
I don’t know why. I’m worried about her. She has no one to talk to after my dad passed away few years ago. She has no shoulder to cry on and no one to listen to her sorrow. She’s trying to be tough. I don’t think I even understand her completely. I feel such an infillial son. What the fuck… I’m going to make things up later this evening.
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