A Mother's Day Story
The time had come to start my journey. I leaned out of the window, waving as long as I could while she disappeared into the distance. She was out of sight and she would be for quite a long time. All I had with me afterwards was her images on my phone and more importantly, our moments together that had stuck to my memory. The bus had just gotten to the first checkpoint when my phone rang. When I checked the caller ID, it was her. “Hello, maami.” “Hello. How has the journey been? Where are you now?” “I'm having a pleasant ride and presently, we're at the first checkpoint. Bother yourself not, mum. I'll phone you immediately the drive is over.” “Alright.” As promised, my mother was the first person I phoned as the journey ended. She sounded relieved. A lanky lad was waiting for me at the car park by a black Toyota Sienna. He showed me his identity card and I confirmed that he was the one sent to pick me up. I entered the car and the ride started. During that shorter drive, I p...