Chapter VIII: AMINA

It had been three months ago since I was turned over by my mother to her elder sister who told her to grab the opportunity to work abroad in Middle East.

                Every night, the moon witnessed my tears falling behind the window of my room and I asked back in silence when I would see my mother again. I badly missed my mother—her smile, her voice that made me experience the safety of her presence. I also recalled my playmates in Malaysia and I remembered what my friend told me to look up the sky where the moon brightly shone to manifest that we saw the same moon despite the long distance we had. I hoped my friend would not forget to take a glimpse to the moon.

“Are you okay?” asked Jessy, my first cousin, eldest daughter of my aunt Aileen and I was just two years older than her.

I quickly wiped my eyes with my right arm and long deep sigh was the only response my cousin heard.

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