I was just sitting at my computer thinking about a few things I’d like to write, when my mum came into my room. She shuffled in slowly and then a little unsure, passed me my red packet.
I didn’t say thanks and I hated myself for it.
You see, a while ago, I got mad at her for letting my younger brother rampage around the house (both physically and aurally). I blew up and that was that. The good: my brother toned down a lot – which just goes to show that he could be tempered. My mother also nagged at me and came into my room a lot less – actually not at all - which in itself was also a relief considering the regularity when she did. A few days later, I had resolved my anger, but still didn’t speak to my mum, because I had wanted to extend the unexpected peace our fight had brought. Next thing I knew, it’s been about 2 months since we spoke more than a sentence.
I do feel bad and seeing how this is the Chinese Lunar New Year, I guess I should let go of my self-centred need for privacy and quiet. I should stick to my hope of ‘acting’ and ‘creating’ more than ‘reacting’ henceforth.
Wish me luck! 
