A Cup of not-so-warm Milo

I woke up this morning.

I saw a cup of not-so-warm Milo on the table.

Mum must had prepared it around 5am in the morning before leaving for airport.

I drank it.

It was really warm.

No big hugging.

No kissing on the cheek.

No saying "I love you".

This is my mum's way of expressing love.

Thanks.