To do...

or not to do.

I walked past the first time, looked in through the window, and she was on the phone.

10 minutes later, as I walked past again, she was still on the phone. She definitely saw me from the corner of her eye, yet...

I had to do it. There was no point in dithering anymore. I can't keep walking past, as I may eventually lose the courage to do it. So I barged the door open, and strode in...

She reluctantly ended her call.

She was alone, and without speaking, she gestured to me to take a seat.

I stared at the mirror in front of me. She slowly walked up and was soon behind me. Our eyes met, but only through the mirror...

It has been 9 months. This could not wait any longer.

*******

That afternoon, I did what every mum hopes her son would do. I got something that every mum wishes to see her son come home with.


That afternoon, I finally got a decent haircut.


It was good while it lasted. I finally found out what happens if I let my hair grow.

It goes wild. And it defies gravity.