Different Blessings
I had FB call yesterday in BKK before flying home with a relative and that reminds me of my parents especially my father. Wherever I go, whoever I am, whatever I do, at some point, I got to meet someone who knew him and they are not younger than 65. Those who knew him talked about him and always telling me how blessed I am to have such a father and yes, it was indeed. I never thought I would become an orphan at the age of 34 looking at my other relatives who are decades older than me and still living, still going to church and still having some debates with their parents. My father passed away while I was 20 and 14 years later my mother died in our home in Toungoo. Last month, I was in downtown and at the corner of Anawrahta Road and 34th Street, I saw a teenage boy and his mother walking and suddenly it was a moment when I first came back to Yangon after high school 18 years ago holding my mother's hand. I never thought I would lose them all after ...