So yeah.

One goodbye is averted, and yeah, separation anxiety is cured. Heh. It's been a torturous week with all the uncertainties and going back and forth. She is staying for another good few years or so. I guess I'm good for another one or two.

He whatsapped me outta the blue and with a sad, tearing emoticon told me that his mom is diagnosed with the dreaded big C. What? No! Sigh.. Why? Why? Why? Why indeed. The big bowl of chickpea steaming in my pressure cooker right now reminds me of the container full she gave us. Just keep them in the freezer and heat up some whenever you feel like snacking, she said. One of our favorite snacks ever! Get well, Mrs F.