This Weekend is For Mum

because she’s going back on Monday.

When she goes back, I will surely cry one.

Because I cannot get to wave her goodbye every morning as I leave the house and she would be standing at the kitchen, waving back to me.

Because I cannot honk her every evening when I get back from work and she’ll be at the kitchen cooking.

Because I cannot kiss her in the morning, through the half-closed door after having home-cooked breakfast.

Because there is no one to scold and nag me, no matter how I hate it sometimes.

And when I come home from work everyday starting Monday, I’ll talk to the wall at night.


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