LOVE IS...
... Your brothers asking whether would you like to have anything to eat because they're going downstairs to get supper.
... Your mother making bread for breakfast on days when you have morning lectures, especially when the love breakfast has been non-existent for the last 2 decades plus.
... Your father insisting on fetching you from campus when your last class ends in the late evenings because, according to him, the wulu-NTU-surrounded-by-forest is not safe for a young lady at night.
... Your parents sending SMS to inform that there's no home-cooked dinner tonight, but to - they said and I quote - "eat yourself before coming back".
... When sometimes, you come back home to a pack of rice, because they just know that you habitually just won't eat outside.
... In spite of your insistence on "detoxifying" the stomach, they still buy meals for you; despite running the risk of incurring your displeasure.
... When someone offers to take the guitar for you, especially when you've been lugging it around the whole day already.
... When your companion slows down the walking pace, all because you just happen to be in heels that day.
... Someone initiating a chat, as well as to ask about your day, or how are you getting on in school.
... When someone gives you an unexpected gift; even if it's something as trivial as a guitar pick.
... Grace giving you a peck on the cheek as you are about to leave the house, and smilingly run to the metal grill gates to wave you goodbye.
... When the same person demands to be carried by clinging tightly to your neck and wrapping her legs around your hips, when all you had initially intended and expected was just a simple hug.
... The moment you wake up and breathed in the air; and being consciously reminded that He is closer than the air that you breathe.
Of course, I have my own problems as well; so much so that even if I were to share, most probably not a lot would be in any position to do anything. I may not be able to choose the circumstances, but, at least, I can choose where - and what - to look at and give thanks for.
... Your brothers asking whether would you like to have anything to eat because they're going downstairs to get supper.
... Your mother making bread for breakfast on days when you have morning lectures, especially when the love breakfast has been non-existent for the last 2 decades plus.
... Your father insisting on fetching you from campus when your last class ends in the late evenings because, according to him, the wulu-NTU-surrounded-by-forest is not safe for a young lady at night.
... Your parents sending SMS to inform that there's no home-cooked dinner tonight, but to - they said and I quote - "eat yourself before coming back".
... When sometimes, you come back home to a pack of rice, because they just know that you habitually just won't eat outside.
... In spite of your insistence on "detoxifying" the stomach, they still buy meals for you; despite running the risk of incurring your displeasure.
... When someone offers to take the guitar for you, especially when you've been lugging it around the whole day already.
... When your companion slows down the walking pace, all because you just happen to be in heels that day.
... Someone initiating a chat, as well as to ask about your day, or how are you getting on in school.
... When someone gives you an unexpected gift; even if it's something as trivial as a guitar pick.
... Grace giving you a peck on the cheek as you are about to leave the house, and smilingly run to the metal grill gates to wave you goodbye.
... When the same person demands to be carried by clinging tightly to your neck and wrapping her legs around your hips, when all you had initially intended and expected was just a simple hug.
... The moment you wake up and breathed in the air; and being consciously reminded that He is closer than the air that you breathe.
Of course, I have my own problems as well; so much so that even if I were to share, most probably not a lot would be in any position to do anything. I may not be able to choose the circumstances, but, at least, I can choose where - and what - to look at and give thanks for.
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