Morning Package

Was out late for the past two nights. Thought I wouldn't have any sort of Mooncake Festival-related rituals this year. Instead I had dinner with Shane, Robin and Edward last night, and later a not-so-crazy night out with Robin and some newly met acquaintances at Marketplace. All my plans to complete my RAP went down the drain.

In order to make up for time lost (which was barely comparable), I sacrificed my beauty sleep and woke up shortly after 5 hours or so.

I thought I heard my phone ringing while I was in the shower. Who could be calling me so early on a Sunday morning, before 10am? My mom usually does her routine weekly beep at 11. Curiosity did not get over me as I needed my shower to freshen up. Then, with only a towel wrapped around my waist, I looked at my handphone, and stumbled.

A missed call from a person that I least expected to do so.

Then came along an SMS. My heart skipped a beat when I read it.

Apparently, AT had delivered a package for me and left it on my doorstep, telling me how AT remembered me enjoying mooncake with lotus paste served with tea.

My brain was frozen for a moment as I was just recouping from my hangover. Then I came round and realised the gravity of the SMS. Slowly I walk towards the locked maindoor, still hesistating to open it, afraid that AT would show up together with the package. Then, like someone who is hiding from some crazy debt collector, I peeped through the window behind the curtain, just to reassure myself that AT is no where near to be seen.

With my lightest movements, I unlocked the door, looked at the carrier bag on floor, stumbled again for another second, then took the bag with much hesistation and glanced around the corridor, finally locked the door again and rested on my bed with the carrier bag in my room.

In the bag was a box of mooncakes, all with lotus paste; 2 paper lanterns and a box of candles; and paper-wrapped fried radish cake, still warm. I guess the latter was meant for my breakfast, one of my preferred snacks to buy when visiting night market.

I told myself to stay still and calm, but tears were welling up in my eyes. This is more than just a friendly gesture, which, to me is inappropriate and untimely.

AT, I hope you would move on as I already have. Please stay strong and healthy. I hope the treatments are doing you good. You shall have my blessings. I guess that is the least that I can do for now, nothing more.

Dear, please give me strength!

On another note, Happy Mooncake / Mid-Autumn Festival to everyone.