When I was a student in Manchester, I would give my mom a call almost every weekend. she would do most of the talking of course and I’ll be ”ummm” or “oohhhh” for the one hour call or so. It was one of those 1 min = 1pence callrates.
When I became a houseman (HO) – the calls became less frequent but compensated writh a text message on every other day.
When I became a medical officer and got married, the communications vary from one form of media to another. I think we used to have Viber Calls. Now it’s Watsapp. But not as frequent as my calls in Manchester.
Earlier last week, I sent my MOm a video and a pic of my daughter. A few days later, my dad sent me a Whatsapp. My mom missed her granddaughter a lot. She was replaying her videos almost all the time and talking to her pictures. So I told my husband that we really needed to make that weekend trip to Jenjarom.
I try to visit my parents at least once a month but eversince I had Ninie, I haven’t been keeping up with my vows. I felt guilty. Ninie is now 5 months and this is the first time she’s sleeping over at Nenek Mummy’s house. Prior to this, it is my parents who have been doing the visiting to Melaka to see us. So Minci.. please do better. Jangan buat hati Mummy nangis rindu2 OK.