Bounce

Waking up to the pattering of raindrops, I take comfort in the fact that it reminds me of home.

A sunny island that rains like hell every once in a while.

The cloudy skies of Britain brings nostalgia along with the cold, as I lay huddled up in bed, wishing for the scene to change, and for me to be woken up to my mother’s incessant nagging.

But the truth is I am still here. And the scene doesn’t change.

Instead, all I can do is count down to the day when I set foot upon that tiny sunny island.

An island that I have come to love because it has clothed, fed and raised me.

No offense ma – your food is good. But that ah pek at Toa Payoh selling carrot cake is WAAAAY awesome.