“Beep…Beep…Beep…”
There goes the alarm…again.
My oh my, it’s Monday…AGAIN.
With a heavy heart, she made her way to the closet and
pick up her attire for the day.
Next, to the iron board and she starts ironing her
clothes and both her parent’s as well.
In the bathroom, she took some time before allowing
the shower to consume her body.
She thought of how early she needs to get up every day.
She thought of the hours she spent on the road; in the
car, KTM, LRT and on foot.
She thought of every detour she came up with when the
daily schedule went ballistic.
And then the water flows.
She woke her parents up and starts working on her look
for today.
Applied minimal make up and style the shawl as she
usually do it.
Exactly 6.30 am, the car left the house porch heading
to the metropolitan area.
There in the car, again, she thought of her weekday’s
routine.
“Will I ever leave the comfort of my home?”
“Will I ever have the privilege to hang out with
friends for an after work coffee session?”
The monologue goes on and on.
After about an hour, she’s now at the LRT station.
She waits for the coach to depart.
Final destination: The Tower.
Spending most of the hours there, only a handful of
hours she spares it for sleep.
Sleep, yes, something that is very much needed but
rarely fulfilled.
On normal days, she is just a girl; fun, chaotic,
cheerful and loud.
On a busy day, she cracks jokes whenever possible.
On a bad day, she will just stay tranquil and silent.
Still, she will smile when a familiar face caught her
eyes.
At every step of the journey, she stumbles and
fumbles.
She laugh as she fall, she laugh as she fails.
She sees everything differently from others.
She analyses ensuring herself to never be paralysed.
She is just a girl in the eyes of others.
Just a bubbly and an easy-going creature.
Through thick and thin she stood tall.
Head held up and never bow down.
