It is 7:30pm and I am most definitely running late. After years of planning and delegation, I am finally free to live in a country of my preference. Life has not exactly been cruel to me, in fact, I should be grateful and contented but I just can’t shake the feeling of unfulfillment. No matter, I am on my way to meet my first born now and I take comfort in his success as a musical director. At least he built a career out of his passion and I was there for him all the way. Then again, I was born in an entirely different generation.
The vibrant and lively summer has just started to give way to the lurking sepia autumn. Somehow, I don’t feel quite at ease. Autumn has always been my favourite season. Perhaps I am rather morbid in nature but it was during an autumn that I met the love of my life. It was a furious, passionate short lived relationship that only lasted for about 5 months. Just before the birds started to chirp and the tulips coloured the gardens, I found myself driving home alone in a treacherous storm. Perhaps there is a reason why I am not too fond of Spring.
This is a strange night indeed, as I was walking towards the restaurant, it started to drizzle. Fortunately I’ve always kept a retractable umbrella in my bag. When the restaurant came into view, I felt the most nostalgic tremors down my spine. Of course, why would I be surprised at all, he is a musical director after all and the restaurant that he chose will most definitely be the regular hangout for people from the media industry. I checked my watch and realised that it is 7:45pm now. Damn, a trip down the memory lane had taken so much of my time. I quickened my steps and the rain starts to pour. It seems like the wind does not want to be left behind as well. By the time I arrived at the front entrance of the restaurant, I was struggling to retract my umbrella and walked straight into someone. My stupid umbrella finally retracted and I looked at the person that I had bumped into getting ready to apologise. I don’t know in reality how much time had passed but it felt like a century to me and everything seems to slow in motion. As I lifted my head, I was staring straight into those familiar beautiful green eyes of the love of my life. I hope I did not gap as that would be really embarassing for me. He held the door open and said, ‘ After you ma’am.’
I think I kind a murmured something like ‘thank you’ or ‘sorry’ or maybe both. I entered the restaurant in haste and tried to locate my son. He doesn’t seem to recognise me. Have I aged so horribly that he can’t even recognise me? But I have always take pride in maintaining my physical outlook naturally. I may be in my 50s but I am pretty sure that I don’t look a day past 42. I finally found my son and settle down opposite him.
To be continued….
