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Sunday, January 16, 2011

Slipping Through My Fingers

Finally, they have all grown up. The two elder ones went to work. Even my baby girl drove back to her uni. I smiled as I saw her pulled away, remembering how she always gave me that 'heart attack' and 'disco-in-car' when she first started driving. I wipe those bread crumbs off the table and got ready for work.

As I drove to work, I recall those times when these little brats of mine refuses to wake up for class. Oh how I had to drag and pull them into the toilet, splash them with cold water to give them that morning wake up 'call' they need. They always manage to give me 1001 reasons why they should stay home instead of going to school. Those years of toiling to give them the best ever, all those are now over, very well over.

I can still hear their laughter and chattering every time the lift door opens at level 6. Though those are just memories, I cherish the times we once had. I laughed to myself, thinking of the silly things the baby will do just to make me smile. And how her two elder sisters will cringe at her silliness because they are just too 'grown-up' for it. Now, even she is too 'grown-up' for it.

I turned around to that familiar smell, that smell that got me salivating each time I walk passed that 'char siew' stall. There they were behind me with a plate of 'char siew', roasted to perfection. "Happy Mother's Day!" they echoed.
Tears streamed down my eyes.

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see whats in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing

Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers...

They may have grown-up, but they will forever be my mischievous babies.

*** This is purely for my assignment purpose. And no I don't have kids, I'm not even married yet. ***

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