This morning began with a small mistake — a mix-up of things that made me laugh quietly to myself later. My mum was already mopping the floor when I left, standing by the doorway, watching me go. Her eyes followed me until I waved goodbye.
Outside, the world was still soft and half-awake. I took a different route than most, walking alone until a man muttered under his breath, but I kept moving. In the stillness of the toilet, I had a quiet moment to breathe before returning to the day’s rhythm. Saufiq appeared with his usual grin and handed me a keychain, teasing me when I forgot to say thank you. His jokes about my face and clothes carried their familiar warmth — annoying, yet somehow comforting.
Later, Si Rong helped carry my lunch, and I gave her six dollars for the trouble. We laughed all the way back, the kind of laughter that lifts the weight of an ordinary day. Bryan said hello when we reached the workplace, and I smiled, even as I noticed my Instagram views dropping.
The morning felt full — of tiny misunderstandings, passing kindnesses, and playful teasing that softened the long hours ahead. Somewhere between the laughter and the quiet glances, I realised that even in small moments, life continues to offer light.
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