The drive back to Ipoh on 10 December 2025 felt… different this time. Maybe it was because I went home without any of my daughters following me, maybe it was the familiar comfort of going home, or maybe—just maybe—it was because my little shadow, Haru, handled the entire journey like a seasoned traveller.
For the first time ever, Haru didn’t meow at all during the trip. Not a single complaint, not even her usual “Are we there yet?” chirps. After two previous road trips, she’s finally gotten used to the long drive and seems to trust that mama will get her safely to her destination. Once we reached Ipoh, she settled down comfortably in our room—though, true to her mysterious cat personality, she still chose to spend most of her day hiding under my bed. That’s her safe bunker, her little retreat. As long as she feels secure, I’m happy.
Being back in Ipoh feels like sinking into a warm, familiar hug. My parents have been pampering me in every way possible. Dad even double-boiled bird’s nest with ginseng for me—his signature “super tonic” to nourish the body and soul. Meals? All taken care of. Laundry? Not my responsibility for once, though I still helped out. All I needed to do was help out with small house chores here and there, and even then, my parents kept telling me to rest, rest, rest. Mom went "stop wiping the floor" all the time.
And honestly… it’s such a luxury. No worrying about feeding my girls. No stressing over piles of laundry. No mental checklist running 24/7. No feeling of being rushed. Just a chance to breathe, slow down, and let my tired batteries recharge fully under my parents’ loving care.
Feels like exactly what my heart needed.
Stay tuned—more Ipoh stories coming soon!
Haru inside her carrier in my car on our way back to Ipoh. My younger brother drove my car.
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