One of the moments that I trully treasure is picking up my son after school. Seeing his face brighten up when he catches the sight of me among the crowds of parents. With a wide smile, he calls me, “Mama!” He will then race his feet and throw his little hands to give a quick hug on my hips before going into a full rampant about how his day went.

That moment sometimes throw me to a different time and place.

There were days when I would be searching for my mom’s face among the parents outside of the school gate. And when I caught her presence with her usual flowers pattern dress (a bit worn because of her frequent wear),  my heart then would be filled with serenity.

The presence of Mum, is a calling for home.