Received a call this morning from my brother. Mak wants to know if I am coming over today. For the umpteenth time, Mak calls and asked if I can drop by for a bite. If I can then she will prepare something for me. And for the umpteenth time I am unable to come. I feel bad, really bad. Pity the poor old lady, pining for the company of a son who is so near yet so far. I now know how that feels but situation dictates that her heart be broken again.
I am at fault. Yes, and I will remedy this.