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… Continue reading First Fly

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--… Continue reading Like Father, Like Son

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… Continue reading Numbered Mind