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Running Lines

I'm not here to impress. I write to clear my mind and as such, my train of thoughts might be either brilliant or junk.
Ma @ 1.7.10

After the paper, I gave Ma a call to see if she was up for some early dinner. She was getting off work in about half an hour so I made my way to her work place from school. We went for some Ayam Penyet at Novena Square and it tasted awesome cause I haven't had anything to eat since morning. I was literally starving. My stomach had been rumbling halfway through the 3-hour paper.

The train was packed on our way home but after some time, the crowd seemed to ease up a bit. When one of the passengers allighted, this teenager went to take a seat but when he saw my mum, he offered the seat to her. From the way he smiled, I thought the gesture seemed sincere enough but my mum declined.

There have been two instances when someone offered to give up their seat for my mum and I found it strange. I've never once thought that my mum looked like a person whom people should give up their seats for. I mean, yeah, she's middle-aged but... I guess I just find it odd that to others, my mum looked old.

Furthermore, in both cases when people offered their seat to her, she adamantly refuses them. Once, this guy even got up and approached her to ask her to take seat but she kept saying 'It's okay.' And then the corners of her mouth would turn down and she'd look away.

If I didn't know her better, I'd say she's insulted and embarrassed that people think she's old. I think it's this egoistic nature of hers of somewhat. But I guess that's what makes her her. She can be really hard headed in doing things on her own. Sometimes I wished she'd lean on people a little more rather than doing things all by herself.

I found a reason, for the first time, to text you. I've almost forgotten I've had your number for months now. (=
i hope it wasn't too obvious though.

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