The Folks Are Gonna Be Back!

Finally! After 10 days!

I seriously can't cope with work, cleaning, washing, breakfast and other details like ensuring the door is close at night and having water in the flask.

I am so not looking forward to them going away for 365 days. It's strange to be "abandoned" by your parents rather than the other way round.

More than just the housework, i guess i miss their presence. It's crowded when everyone's home but it's lonely when it's quiet.

My parents fuss over us a lot. Mummy gets alarm over a mosquito bite on my leg and daddy insisting that I get that blouse because he thinks that it will look nice on me. Or how mummy still checks on us to see if we are asleep every night and the way daddy sends me at the door each day. Bidding goodbye is going to be difficult.

And even though I don't share my problems with them, their presence has a soothing effect on me. I realise when they are not around, I feel more gloomy and depressed, and gets emotional over more things.

I know I will miss them. Really, nobody can replace our parents. No others can really love us the way they do.

But I guess I gotta learn, it's for a greater cause...:)

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