Sunday has never been this busy in all my life. I used to wake up late and getting a stare from my Mom during breakfast has become a habit. But today, I am running around my home, packing my dresses and my books.
"Hey Mom, come have a look whether I have packed everything." I call for my mother.
"Are you done with your packing, Ammu ?" her voice reaches me before her. She opens my bedroom door wide open and comes near me. My mom is in her yellow saree with a spoon in her hand. Obviously, she is preparing something I would love to eat.
"Where are your toiletries?" she examines my travel bag and a concerned look appears in her small face.
"I have it packed in my other bag, Mom" I say.
"Fine. Make sure you have packed all your files and documents. Now, it is getting late. Join your Dad for breakfast." I nod and place a small kiss in her cheek while rushing towards the kitchen.
"Its getting late." A silent reminder from my Dad. I see him in his ironed shirt and formal pants ready to go.
"Yes Dad, let's leave in few minutes." Unlike my Mom, my Dad loves me in his own style. He doesn't say it in words rather his action speaks. Whatever he does, it makes me feel he is so proud of me. I hunt for my breakfast in the next few minutes and wave a goodbye to my Mom and sister.
This is the first time I am leaving my house packing all my stuff with me. I can feel my parents and my sister missing me already. I am going to miss them a lot. But my curiosity of living independently and my first job makes me take this big step. I have a got a job offer from a well known corporate company some 300 miles away from my hometown. And I have got to report to them this Monday. I secretly pack a childhood pic of my sister and me sitting together inside my bag and God, I am really excited. My Dad is coming with me to help me find a home near my work place.
Later in the evening, we reach my workplace and my Dad is happy to see my office. We find a home nearby and my Dad pays the initial rent for me. The moonlight reflection falls into my new home through the side window. I look at my Dad and smile for everything he had done.
"Janani" He calls towards me from outside.
"Dad" I reply with a smile again.
"Sleep early. You have a big day tomorrow. Take good care of yourself. Call me once you reach your office." My Dad is such an organized person. I can see his care, his love for his beloved daughter.
"Sure Dad. Have a safe journey back to home." I wave him bye and go upstairs for my dinner.
I love my Dad. I love my small little family. I am missing my happy place.
Later that night, I get a call from my cousin asking about my stay.
"Hello Bro" I wish him.
"Hi Janani" He speaks in a calm way. "I met your Dad in the train station now."
"Oh yeah, he was just leaving after settling things here." I assure him I am set in this place.
"That's Good. Welcome to corporate world. Have a good start." I can hear him smile and wishing me from the other end.
"Thank you Bro" I answer. "Did Dad boarded Train safely?" I enquire.
"yes, I was with him when he boarded. He looked more worried about you. Don't know how he is going to make when you get to marry someone and leave. " I just smiled at that but my heart aches. Suddenly I feel thankful to God for having blessed with a lovely family.
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