Sentimental Journeys

It has been a month since we landed at Heathrow. I think I am beginning to settle into the new world. It is taking longer than I would like however, change takes time so I must be patient with myself. Moreso, I must be patient with my daughter. She’s innocent. Everything in England is very different to what we know. To begin with, the weather! The sun rarely shines and the gloomy clouds weigh heavy on my mind. I recall the moments of bliss sitting in the sunshine, getting a back massage. The warmth of the sunshine combined with the gentle massage soothes my soul enough to bring slumber to my eyes. I remember waking up just before sunset feeling refreshed and ready for the evening activities.

Waking up from my reverie, I realise I am not in Sylhet anymore. There are no other females in this household, and there are no familiar faces for me to turn to for company. After my husband leaves for work, it’s just me and my daughter. The loneliness bites into my flesh, leaving me bleeding for an interaction, a conversation, a hug; a smile.

I try to occupy myself with cooking and the chores, but thankfully the house is small so it doesn’t take long. I am grateful that we have a garden so I can plant some flowers and vegetables when the weather changes. Winter will kill the seeds.