...missing mama

I never thought I could enjoy taking the bus to work and back. Along the way, I have made some friends at bus stops and they have really made a mark into me.

First, there’s Heather. She takes Route 41 from Geelong Station. We used to talk things random until I saw her doing her mails while waiting. She was sending a book to her grandson at Melbourne and told me about her family. That she had 4 kids and 5 grandkids. I could see the love that she has for her family as she enthusiastically inserted her note to her mail. She also told me about her other daughter, going to Zimbabwe for some research on wildlife. With Zimbabwe’s current situation, I asked her about her child’s reason in pursuing the job despite the country’s not so good political climate. She just held herself from crying as I comfort her, telling her that I’ll say a prayer for her daughter. In a way, her eyes beamed with so much hope.

Second, a Malaysian lady named Cindy. We take the same route going to the city from Corio Village. She had 2 kids and lives at Herne Hill for 20 years. She’s nice as she gives me pointers to what, where and how to go around Geelong. She had this very happy outlook about life as it radiates to every conversation that we have.

These 2 ladies are nice as they greet me with their smiles and share their stories. Their life is simple but they are happy with what they have. They care so much about their love ones and do everything to make them happy. Being with them on those occasions, just remind me of my mama. In a way, they have become my mothers for the periods of waiting.

I hope to see my mama soon.