I now take the bus with my son to school every day. He probably finds it rather comforting since adjusting to a new learning environment could be daunting, which is something alleviated by my presence. More importantly, he is not the kind who can wake up readily in the morning, so I have resorted to feeding him breakfast on the bus ride.

Today, he innocently asked me about my career plans. I told him that I would most likely stay put in the elementary school until his younger sister got to graduate. That’s nine years in the making.

“Then, after she graduates, would you transfer to my secondary school?” he asked.

“Why, do you want to travel to secondary school with me?” I asked in return.

He sheepishly answered yes.

Oh darling, I don’t think that you will want to be associated with me when you reach your independence-seeking teenage years. But since I could only live in the now, I soaked up his sweet sentiment. That he wanted us to commute together many years down the road.

His comment already made my day. The rest is just details.