Flying the coop

And the day has nearly arrived.

While not entirely unexpected, I’m sure it must still be hard on my parents that my brother too is leaving home to continue his study here in the United States. The thought of letting go of one’s kids to the big bad world surely doesn’t seem pleasant, and I feel rather bad for them. I know they’re old enough to realise that this is how things are and must “deal with it,” but I still feel as if there is something I ought to be doing to ease the blow but amn’t.

Sometimes, I wish I was more relevant in these sorts of socio-inter-personal situations.