The Chant

My rubber shoes are soaked with rain. My hungry stomach is now in pain. I was drowned in the sea of noise made of my schoolmates' giggles and words shared with their friends and parents as well as the sound of the car tires against the water-kissed road. The sun's about to be eaten by…

First Fly

“That’s your daddy, little man!” My mom-heart swells when the eyes of my four-year old sparked in delight as he watched his father fly the red helicopter for the first time. From playing toy planes, now my beloved husband is flying his real one. “Let’s go, Momma! Come on!!!” he giddily say as he pulled me towards our condo’s door where we…

Like Father, Like Son

The familiar high-pitched screech of tires, the familiar loud cheers of race enthusiasts, welcomed me as if it was just yesterday. Two decades ago, my heart’s racing as the man who owns it zooms for his dream trophy. Now my old beating ticker’s jittery again, this time for our beloved son. My love lost both--…

Numbered Mind

Three is my favourite number. But after that candle-incident, it’s now four. There are four candles in my cake. Mom and Dad want me to blow them all. I didn’t. Mom shouted, but not at me. She cried, wailed on the floor while I group the pasta strands in three, silently. She went inside their room then…