Remembering What Matters

Yesterday was one of those days that reminded me why I love being present in real life. I met Bunga, a good old friend of mine, for a long overdue catch-up at The People’s Cafe. We talked non-stop for two and a half hours: from personal updates, projects, religion, family, trip, to powerful wanderlog app demo, lol. Just the two of us, no distractions, no scrolling. Pure, heartfelt conversation. By the time is running out, my husband dropped by to bring a gift I had forgotten to bring earlier for Bunga’s son. Shortly after, Bunga’s husband also came, along with their 10-year-old boy. The sweetest moment was when the very first thing their son said to his mom was a sincere apology because he didn’t get the test score he was hoping for. No cover-up, no delay, just “sorry” and a confession. I found that moment so pure. It showed the kind of openness and emotional trust that’s rare these days, even among adults. Another interesting thing happened at the same time was when I saw Okki, not fa...