It's been almost a month now since my mom went home in our province to live with my brother. Perhaps I become accustom to her presence day by day while looking after my youngest two year old son David.  Yes, she was nurturing David while me and my wife were in our respective offices. Not that I don't trust a nanny to look after my son but I am more confident if its my relative who will do it. That is why mum came.

Perhaps that's her way of giving what she did not gave to me while I was still a child. The care and attention that she failed to bestow in my growing years she gave to David. (Don't ask me why for now. I will write about it later.)

Though my relationship with her is like much more of a sibling than a parent and son I still missed her. Who can blame me? Inwardly, I'm still her son.