I didn’t send her a present this second Christmas but she still is close to my heart in the sense that she touched my whole-being, a new experience that’ll last for lifetime.
A woman, I would have never crossed paths with if it wasn’t for my immersion trip to Australia. I realise after my trip that she was more than a host to me. I will always remember vividly having dinner together at 7 while watching Australian Idol, the season with Benji Madden. My favourite will always be the thick cabbage soup (name I can’t recall) with warm garlic bread that she used to bake for us. Simple as that, just like her. Then, we used to wash the dishes together, though she wouldn’t let me near the hot water in the basin and instead I would be helping her dry them with a white cloth. We would sit at the kitchen counter for hours sometimes, talking about our future plans, lives and our past. She was around the age of my mother or even a bit older but she became my friend. A true friend that cared about me and in a way, envied my youth, most probably because I was a reminiscent of her childhood. She would always get me in my feet and never let me miss a chance to go out and explore. It’s strange, even if we were from 2 parts of the world, we still had so much in common. “Good on ya!”, she would say time after time, which I still remember so distinctly.
10 weeks at her place and just like that, she became one of the woman that I truly admired and aspired to be. Genuine beauty from the inside and out that made the last day very emotional for the both of us. I don’t know what it is and it’s even harder to put it in words but she was special to me and I really hope my memories of her will still be as vivid when I have kids, just so I can tell them all about this special someone. Though, I’m quite certain I may never see her again, which saddens me. But more than anything, I am beyond glad I was able to meet a unique being at my time in here, which we call life.
*I had this sudden urge to write about this special woman I got to meet during my time in Australia in fear that my memories of her would fade away in time. This urge came in when I and my friends were talking about our Australian days the other day and I realize how fragile these memories get, no matter how significant to us, it is bounded to perish as time goes by, so by writing this little description of her, I hope to seal the memories of this special woman, so that maybe in 5 to 10 years, it is just as clear as it is today.