After dinner last night, I did the dishes, cut fruits for the mother, then I went to my study desk. From then on, I opened up my readings for the week, and slowly paced myself as I went through them, page by page. Mum was in the kitchen, watching her korean drama, Papa was upstairs resting, and it was quiet, still and just perfect.
And I relished in it, so fully and wholeheartedly, and I thought to myself, this is what I love. The quiet, the stillness. Maybe, after all, I've found my default mode.