22

I am away from home, since I was 13. I remember the days when I lined up at the payphone to call home. I would collect coins the whole week, sometimes I would use the call card. I thought I would get used to it by now. I am. But there were times...when it's not as easy. Like tonight.

At the age of 22, I still text my mom saying "I miss you" with a teary sad smiley at the end. My heart feels heavy, and my tears stream down my cheeks. 

Because somehow I know, at the other end, my mom would cry too.

Mama, abah, I miss you. I'm sorry for being away for too long, too many times. Ya Allah, please grant me a wish, to see them again. InshaaAllah