Friday, March 31, 2006

You know how you'd see the eager faces of family and friends waiting for someone to arrive at the arrival hall in the airport? The arrivee will hope to see a familiar face amongst the crowd, heart beating with trepidation. Once eye contact is made, what a joy that is! Smiles, shouts, waving of hands and running towards each other with open arms of welcome and tears of relieve and happiness. It is indeed a wonderful sight!

But on the other side of the hallway is a different sort of a picture. There are still the smiles, the
hugs, the tears -- but there is the tightness in the air. The reluctance to see and to let someone dear leave, to see that familiarity disappearing behind the gates.

My father used to travel extensively to distances too far for my young mind only to imagine what that place would look like. Everyone would be bundled into my dad's silver Peugot - dad, mom, my two elder sisters and me. We would see my dad off and mom would later drive us back. The only thing that cheered me up was the prospect of seeing my dad walking through the gates, returning home to us. Dad would get each of us little gifts and butterscotch sweets from Australia were my favourites!

Did my mom missed my dad immensely during those times? I'm sure she did. I did too. That's what Love can do to us.

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