ILANA
I rested on the stool of the balcony in my apartment, relaxing and enjoying the view of the road down there while sometimes slurping a glass of orange juice in my hold and turning the pages of the book on my lap at the same time.
My tight schedule of being an author as well public speaker occupied most of my time but I had an excuse today to ask Sila, my assistant to clear all my agenda this weekend as my mother - Mrs. Ujang -had set a family meeting which required me to come. Mrs Ujang was not my mother by blood but her existence in my life was one of the reasons why I could be who I am today. Nevertheless, I did not give up searching for my biological mother's whereabouts.
I visited my uncle a year ago after finally getting his address but he didn't even know where my mother li
