My sister looked worried when she came to drop her kids at my place for the weekly sojourn. We keep getting away from our progeny once in a while, to allow us to breathe deep and understand, truly grasp the enormity of a thing called life. Otherwise, it’s just a churn; wake up, brush, clean, cook, get ready, but I am not here today to cry hoarse over my routine-ridden life but to talk about a crucial issue.
I tried to ignore, overlook, deride, dismiss and plead, but had to put my arms down seeing her distraught. My sister was worried about her son over what she suspected was a secret affair he was having over his phone. An online friendship. (Yeah, an epidemic today).
I tried to laugh it off. What’s the big deal?