Peering through sliding glass doors, I try to get a glimpse of my Mamma coming out into the arrivals hall for her first visit to Malaysia.
Finally I spot her!
It doesn’t matter if you are 4, 40, or 400 – the feeling is always the same. A giddy sense of excitement in being reunited with family.
We hug and kiss and look into each other’s eyes and, just like that, the bond is rekindled and we are back where we left off last time we saw each other (which really was just a few months ago).