The Glee and The Worry

A familiar car appeared very soon as I pushed my trolley to the foyer. The high-pitch sound of flight engine didn't stopped my heart stretching.

"I'm home"

Another holiday just started not long ago, and till now, I hadn't the chance to sit in front of my laptop to blog about this. I've been unpacking, laughing, hugging, waiting, walking, seeing, listening... ...

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Yesterday was a public holiday, and mom wished for a day her son to accompany her. I'd love to.

We went to The Pyramid. We were walking. We were shopping.

Then, I noticed.

Every so often, she wanted to grab a moment to sit at the benches around to rest her legs.

"She wouldn't get tired so easy from shopping? Come on, she likes it, and she's not that old to give up walking more shops."

I asked myself. Then, I asked her.

I realised.

She was in pain. It has been months since it, that her hips are suffering from some sort of aching. She didn't want to run a medical scan, though she went to the chinese physiotherapy for a few treatment sessions. Said to have relieved the pain.

Somewhere inside myself, I know, she bear that agony from giving birth to me, and the past, she was working hard to earn a living, ignoring the importance of maternity care after giving birth to a child.

The ill effects are resurfacing.

Listening to her telling me about her legs are as equally aching to my heart. Worse is that I cannot do anything much about it besides insisting her to do a check-up.

Hopefully, that was temporary, as the doctors told her.

I love you, mom.