Today was an ordinary day at Mass. I was actually listening to the homily (Fr. Fong is a bit hard to understand, even for me). You know, kneel, sit, listen, pray...the usual.
And then I got cut deep. It came out of nowhere, and it came fast. This keen sense of loneliness.
You see, my family left for India two days ago, and I always feel lonely when they leave the country.
But it's the long weekend, and there are no turkey dinners or bbq meats waiting for me. There are no aunties or uncles or cousins to hang out with. There are no fights before church or maybe an evening stroll by the lake followed by Dairy Cream.
It's just me at church with a broken kneeler. Everyone's a stranger.
And it hurts. It hurts so bad. It'll pass, I know it will.
I don't know where I belong. That is my offering.
It's a terrible love and I'm walking with spiders.
And then I got cut deep. It came out of nowhere, and it came fast. This keen sense of loneliness.
You see, my family left for India two days ago, and I always feel lonely when they leave the country.
But it's the long weekend, and there are no turkey dinners or bbq meats waiting for me. There are no aunties or uncles or cousins to hang out with. There are no fights before church or maybe an evening stroll by the lake followed by Dairy Cream.
It's just me at church with a broken kneeler. Everyone's a stranger.
And it hurts. It hurts so bad. It'll pass, I know it will.
I don't know where I belong. That is my offering.
It's a terrible love and I'm walking with spiders.
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