Sunday, September 20, 2015

drenched

The trio had to make their way home from school on their own.

It happens, now and then, when I cannot pick them up.

There are a few options: I can get their Gong Gong, or their helper, or my neighbour, to safely escort them either home or to their grandparent’s place.

Increasingly these days, they prefer to go solo, sans adult escort. They either walk or they take the public bus, which makes a sort of detour. School isn’t far away. They’re 7, 9 and 11 and in Singapore; old enough to go home alone, I think. And along the way I know they love dropping into the petrol kiosk to spend their pocket money on illegal stash like sweets.

130pm, the time they finish school, I’m at my work interview somewhere in town, when it starts to drizzle. Then it pours.

Damn. The kids don’t have a rain contingency! And they don’t have a mobile phone for me to call them!

They tell me, they had elected to take the bus and were walking across the covered overhead bridge to the bus stop when it started to rain.

Once they got down the bus a few stops later, it was a good three-minute trek home. By that time, it had started pouring.

Day zipped off, running over puddles and glorying in the rain. Then he looked behind and realized his sisters couldn’t catch up. He swore, but waited.

Jo stuck with Lu. She had a nice pink raincoat in her bag, one which she made me buy for her in Primary 1 and has sat in her bag pocket for three years. It remained unused. She refused to take it out because then she’d stick out from her siblings.

Lulu was dismayed, at first. Her shoes started to squelch, her bag was drenched, her hair was like rat’s tails. Then she thought it rather fun because when I finally got home – to find them still in wet-ish uniforms lying around reading magazines – she asked if she could walk back home in the rain again.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

CAnt believe she got a rain coat and didn't use...Jun

Sher said...

she'd rather get wet than stand out. that's her psychology.