It is morning. Bulan woke up with a throb in her head. The first thoughts that came to her mind was, when was it night? When did I actually fall asleep. Sigh..not another day...she stopped.
Switch she thought. She took a deep breath. Thank you for today. Thank you that I am able to live another day in this healthy body to experience everything I can experience, which otherwise I will not be able to experience in spirit form. The joy the heartache, the taste the touch, the humour the sadness. Thank you, she thought more enthusiastically. She looked at little Mario sleeping peacefully next to her and carressed his soft skin, his hair, she burried her nose in his hair and revelled in her son’s smell. Ahh what a wonderful morning. Life is good. Life is abundant. The abundance is mine.
The house is quiet. Last night Maggie and Hooz went to for a birthday party and slept at their auntie’s. Today BigMan and ThinMan are also out. Zhandra has isolated herself in her room. Mario is just hovering around. It is lonely. But pause. There have been times when Bulan wishes forthis peace and quiet. She is going to enjoy this. And she is going to pay a visit to make a trip across the Portal to that place where everything is perfect. Everything else can wait. Time is an illussion..so we shall let it be so.
Bulan watched Mother’s lonely figure leave the house at dusk. It is sad she can’t share all her problems with Mother. Will she grow old as lonely as Mother? No, she won’t, and that is a decision. Today has ended, let’s see what tomorrow brings. Bulan knows it is all in her MIND
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