The Life and Times of S

So I woke up this morning with a smile on my face. In my old bedroom. To the sound of Mommy doing her morning prayer. And Dad watching BBC.

Had tea with both of them. Chit chatted. Then had oranges my Dad peeled for me while sitting in the sunlight streaming through the window. The satellite radio played my favourite music. Old Indian movie songs. I closed my eyes. Smiled. And wished, truly wished, for time to stop.

The day passed. The smile faded. I was quiet. Very quiet. And thats something I'm not. Ever.

Mommy looked at me. And said, "I understand." With her eyes. I gave her a weak smile. Thats all I could manage.

I don't have the heart to tell her that what she thinks she understands is not what it is at all.

posted by S @ 2:41 PM