Just ended a phone call with mom.
It started like this chain of messages.
"Gd nite son."
"Shall we do dinner soon?"
"Call me now."
And I called her.
As she lives alone, I think she gets lonely sometimes, even though she does not mention it. I arranged to meet her some time next week for dinner. This is one of my initiatives; to spend more regular time with her, despite my busy-ness.
"Why don't you call me more?" She asked.
"You can always call me anytime you know?" I replied.
"But I am afraid that you might be busy."
"I will have time to talk to you. If I am busy I would let you know, so you don't have to be pressured to call."
"Do you think of me," she asked.
"I think of you all the time; just that I don't vocalise it," I bantered.
She laughed. We always have this adorable chemistry with each other.
But I think she's lonely.
We talked about some other stuff. But she said something which reminded me of what I have been thinking for a while.
She said this to me.
"Don't worry about making too much money. There is never an end to making money. We can live a simpler life. We can eat simple. Just spend more time together."
So apt right.
Money. Time. Love.
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I am MrWildy and I am trying to journal more about my life and also my travels. Find out more about me here.