Reading the news of the quake in Sabah all over makes me teary. It could happen to anywhere to anyone.

It made me recalled the conversation I had recently with someone. How I worried the safety of khairin even though he's in Singapore. The journey from school to home, to interchange, to sis place etc...

Once he called me at 6.02pm asking me "how ma, what's your plan?" Because student care close by 6.30pm. Told him on since the train I'm in just left Sembawang, take the feeder service and I shall wait for him  at interchange.

Buses after buses of 811 reached and he's not in sight. I could see other students in daybreak uniform with their parents alighted. I started to worry, where was he? How do I contact him, because he does not bring his mobile phone to school. I was getting restless and finally I saw a petite boy that looked familiar. I saw the time 6.45pm. He took more than half an hour to reached.
The first thing I did, I hugged him tight asking him if he's ok, anything went wrong? He answered "I missed the bus mama" He took my hand and we walked off.

So I shared this incident with that "someone" and that person replied that I shouldn't worry, I should learn to let him go out, on his own etc...
I answered yes as much as I do but there's always a part in me that holds back. That person continued further "nothing lah, you over react"
My answer simple, "get married, go thru marriage life, get pregnant n push/c-sect your own baby out and you know"
He is my only one and of cos he's my everything. N the number of children doesn't make any difference if it's about lost/or life taking situations.

To all parents whose children are involved in this tragic incident, I know it's not easy, losing your loved ones. I can't say I understand your situations. Remain strong. It's all easier said than done.