Learning to fly

K, the young lady's bus-mate, has been coming to our place every Thursday. She's Scottish but been living abroad since small. At one point, the family stayed in Singapore, thus bihun or nasi goreng need no introduction. Last week, they decided to play outside and thankfully, the design of these houses creates lots of shades for them to be jumping in the shared garden. Weather has been pretty hot and each time we pick the young lady from her rounder's club, she's one tone darker.

While going through her homework (which of course led to many unrelated topics as always), we realised that the young lady has much to experience when it comes to nature. Perhaps our next holiday should be at a family-friendly wildlife resort. Prof Chic keeps taking her kids to these places and they love it, despite the complaints (city kids, go figure). I'm glad that during those years when we were in London, almost each summer holiday the young lady went to a local play-centre. She had the experience of visiting wetland parks and animal farms, riding ponies, etc.

I think she's missing her hometown and the older she gets, the stronger she feels about going back. Malaysia is a place where she gets to see her family members and have a little bit of fun but London is where she wants to grow up. She has the opportunity to be whatever she wants with less judgement; a malay, muslim, londoner. She feels at ease to be herself and has the support to do so. She remembers the challenges but at the same time, she sees the beauty of it.

She's learning to fly on her own....