The Scene. I remember every time I take train.

The train. I recall how 'speed' of it.

Today, mom request me to accompany her in order to visit the Home Deco exhibition (KLCC) that she wanted.

Initially, I don't have the mood but why I keep thought of [it] at home?

As mom is alone, and as a daughter I got the responsibility to go with her.

Camera is brought along as mom wish to take some photo for reference.
We took train (KTM & LRT) to the destination.


It recall back last time my mom don't have car license, when I was a kid, she used to hold my hand and we ride the public bus to the place she wanted.
She hold our hand tight just don't wish we get lost, she brought us to somewhere to buy the daily thing or our thing she need for home.
It recall back how the way she cares for us while she brought us out.
And now, my turn.
A day. Let me exchange the role with her. 
I hold her hand tight as I don't wish other push my mom while inside or outside the train,
I remind my mum do caution the doorstep while step out from train as she seldom take train.
Meanwhile, I follow her footstep as she couldn't walk that fast like last time. 
I remember last time the way she hold my hand and follow my footstep when I was a kid.
So I shouldn't rush her while other was rushing their footstep, conversely I should follow how fast my mom can follow.
I share my story with mom how the 4 years plus I took train/walk to here & there when I was a student.
I told my mom, sometime still feel that insecure when I'm alone after the bad experience I been through but still I have to move forward. I tell myself, still I have to learn tough, just like how my mom learn to be tough the way she cares for us (her family), right?


While pass by a candy shop, she told me that.
"Daughter, I still remember..."
Last time she used to hold the camera and help us (her kid) to snap the pictures with those display toy or with a nice scenery.
She remember the things she pass through before, that's why I believe she wish to keep every good moment with family.
Of course, do not forget help mom carried the things she hold on hand.
It's funny while she asked me that "It's heavy, are you sure you going to carry?"
I conjecture, all along, she used to be bear how heavy of the burden as a mom,therefore she asked me that. I stunned and smiles back as I understand.
"Mom, it's my turn to help you carry the heavy things as I can."

I knew how much of the argument I always have with my mom.
I knew sometime she feel bit jealous and kept on mentioned how my dad "sek" me more than other siblings.
Yet, I knew she is still the one who concern my family all the time she can.
I smiles. As I know.
All along, my dad be very fond of my mom & Love my mom.
Just like how much my mom Love my dad.
How much of their argument, still I believe they Love each other.

The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it. 
Sometimes love blinds us, other times it let's us see.

A day I spent my time with her, I found the meaningful moment.
Gradually I observe she is getting old, while the time she have to wear her reading glasses to read something.

She is still that cute while I hold her hand and the way she talked.

Yes! My beloved mom.
A simple way to show a care for her.

Yet, It's been a year plus I do not step into KLCC, it has changed alot that open my eye's views.
I wish I could have time to do some window shopping but time is not allow and we have to go back before the crowded.
That's all for tonight.
I'm feeling exhausted. and still I couldn't avoid [it] & I miss [it].