Yep school starts tomorrow again. 2 weeks just woooosssshhhhhhed away like the wind.
Spent my weekend at my PoPo house. Aha.. Yes i'm referring to my maternal grandma, who took care of me for 6 years from an infant to 6 years old. Also meaning i spent my Nursery - K1 - K2 days at my grandma house. Only going back to my home during the weekends.
I returned to my home "permanently" when i entered Primary 1. I am sure that my PoPo felt sad to leave me after all those years of taking care of me. Not exactly leave, but she doesn't bring me to school anymore, doesn't wake me up anymore, doesn't cook my meals anymore, doesn't fetch me from school anymore, basically she doesn't take care of me anymore.What she had been doing for that 6 years was like a routine that was removed totally the very day i left for Primary 1.
Perhaps on the day that i left, she entered the room to wake me up but only to realize that i was no longer around. Or she cooked an extra portion of food but realized that i wasn't there to eat it. Or even prepared to fetch me to school, but of course i wasn't there.
Although it is already more than a decade since i entered Primary 1,sometimes i will jump right into my PoPo's shoes, and try to understand how she felt during that very moment of my imminent leaving.
Of course i still do visit my PoPo when i'm free, usually during the weekends, or maybe stay over at her place once again during the holidays, just like what i did during this weekend.The place will feel so familiar, during the time when i just went to school to have fun, and returned "home" just to play more. At that time, it was home as i spent 5 days a week there. The feeling will return, and i will forget all about poly life, CCA, and all the other shit in life.
It is like my getaway, where i don't have to give a dam about anything, and just play all day long. Although my PoPo will be there to nag and nag, but that is a familiar feeling since the days of my kindergarten. But this getaway feeling only comes during the holidays, not during weekend visits where i still feel the fucked up feelings from projects and exams.
Every time that i leave for home, i will recall the time when i actually had to leave her.While i am waiting for the lift, her dark figure outline will be standing at the kitchen window, waving goodbye to me. Cause i usually return home when the sky has turned dark. I will wave back, continuously, hoping that i will have many chances to do it for the rest of my life. But i know it is a fact that people die, and it will be a torture to live forever. So i shall treasure the moments when i can still wave back to the dark figure, and recall the times when she was still taking care of me, while i move on in life, growing older, maturing , doing greater things, and growing out of my comfort zone from the time when i was still under her care.
Well..it's back to school now and a shitload of stuff to do that comes with it.
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