I seek manna from the One above

Months ago, I would've traded in my firstborn for an afternoon of leisure. Sans boss, deadlines and any other human contact. But since I was never a mother to begin with and I really would like to think that I am indispensable at work, becoming a public-summoned slave became second nature to me. (1st nature is to be a brute. That, I've mastered.)

Fast forward many days later when I found myself at home on my off day with just about nothing to do and no one to talk to. I hungered for the laughter of my best friends, the touch of my mum and the warmth of a hug from one who matters. All of whom I've turned my back on once too many times.

If there's anything to regret, then this is it.