The Beauty of Distance
Most of my close friends can vouch for me that I’ve been having problems with my mother ever since my onset of pubescence clashed with her menopausal years. The tournament between raging hormones and disappearing ones led to symphonies of door-slamming and fire-spitting that went on for years, with no winner.
Until I came here.
Occasionally she still puts me down or disapproves of little things, but just last night we were discussing about my holiday plans, our holiday plans, and laughing about how she made a risky investment on my brother.
And we agreed to eat black pepper crabs immediately after I arrive in Singapore!
Ah, the paradox. Distance draws us closer.
