I am nomaden. I've been one of the road's constant customer. Being in one place to another always giving me a story, things to thank about, someone to miss, and things to grumble.
It's a short trip if I could say that way. While waiting the train I decide to giving my mind a relaxation. I don't really like waiting because I'd start to think about anything or even blaming myself.
Train on the weekend or any public transportation with old man always give me a think. My best Superman ever which I called Daddy. I always wonder how to have him around in this age. A dad to talk to, a dad who give you ride, a hug, an advice or just really anything. I always wonder how it feels to sit beside him on the train to home. I wonder how worry he would be when he knows I skip my meal, skip classes sometimes or things about my GPA. I always wonder how your talk to him about anything, about boys who come around or the girls I play around with. Well that could be something.
Having a date to movies and some foods brings me some conversations about him and his daddy. I sometimes wonder will I talk about who I date with, clearly to him. Sometimes I wonder how brothers could come along with daddy too. Just wondering around.
Sometimes I wonder around his old days, his nagging time about things, his wants and his past days he have been through. Would I be patient enough to take care of him? Would I be patient enough to take care of moms to? Would I still be good girl in his eyes or else? Just how.
Well the train is coming around. I already think about another story. Already thanked to good friends who have been through this time. Who always there even when I am not really around. A good food and sweets inside my tummy. A warm home to come. The grandfather and aunties. Another mother. Another sister. The babies. And all the people around. Well I am not quite good enough to have all of this but Allah still bring this all around to me. Life is magically lesson to have and live.
