I left home when I was seventeen and have never lived there full time since. My mother got sick last month and was admitted to a hospital. She was discharged three days later. I went to see her, but since I was very busy at the time, I couldn’t stay with her much longer.
I felt the guilt and asked my employer if I could get an entire week off to spend some quality time with my parents and help my mother recover. My leaves were sanctioned and I visited my parents with my wife. Since it was a surprise, they got shocked and my mother started crying. I took them out for dinner, and upon returning, made them a nice cup of tea, just as they like. My father is a big fan of Sean Connery, so I hired a DVD starring him. We didn’t go to the cinema as the doctors had advised my mother not to stress herself out.
Though it was nothing fancy what we did, but my parents and I had a really great time together. I have only one sister and as she works abroad, it’s very hard for me to spend some leisure time with her. It’s only my parents then who I would like to visit every month and have a great time with.
This just happened yesterday. I was going to meet my friend after a gap of three years and she asked me to meet her outside the railway station. While waiting for her, I got a text that she got stuck in a traffic jam and that she would be half an hour late. There was a Railway Museum just around the corner and having nothing else to do, I decided to take a look around the museum.
It was an old building with Gothic architecture. The entrance was huge and the gallery was unending. There were several artifacts from different eras, and since I’m not a big fan of history, they weren’t of much interest to me. The evolution of railways, however, did impress me. It was amazing to see how simple a steam engine was when it was used for the first time, and how quickly it has evolved in just over a century. Since I used to collect train models when I was young, my childhood passion seemed to rekindle upon looking at all those locomotives. The building was maintained very well by the authorities, and other than the museum it housed shops and pubs as well. The exit opened in an alleyway, and I had to walk around the block to get back to the front door near which my friend asked me to wait.
Looking back at my visit, I don’t think I would have ever taken time out of my busy schedule to see this amazing museum had I not been wandering around waiting for my friend. But then, like they say, “Everything happens for a reason”.