Rush of Warmth

I just called home 5 mins ago. What for? To request for dinner.

It went something like this.. (translated from Mandarin).

Me: Hello.

Sis: Hello.

Me: Eh.. Sis ah. Wah, go home so early today.

Sis: On MC.

Me: Orh. Mom home or going for singing class liao?

Sis: No. She's home.

Me: Ok. Tell mom I want to eat potato. Fries or wedges. Any kind.

Sis: So you want fried ones lah.

Me: Baked ones also can. Not soup can liao.

Sis: Ok.

Me: Bye.

(Hang up)

Now.. why did I write this conversation out? Hee.. Because, I suddenly felt very blessed and fortunate. How many people are as lucky as me? To be able to call home and request for a particular dish for dinner? I know many friends who have packed food for dinner. To them, home-cooked food is a rarity. Others who are overseas, worse still, have to see to their own dinner. Me, I get to eat my mom's cooking practically every night. If not my mom's, then my dad's.

At about 4.30 to 5pm each weekday, my mom would send me a standard sms: Are you coming home for dinner? (In Chinese though) And my reply mostly is a single word " Yes".

I never felt as fortunate as I did over a little matter like this. But I guess it's little things like that that many people overlook. But yet, it's little things like these that show how blessed we are.

Next time you get to go home for dinner, get to pick a dish for dinner, make sure you thank your parents. Verbally if possible. If not, at least from the bottom of your heart - consciously.

Thanks Mom.