Life as an working adult is tough. Your days start from 7am, lasting till 10pm at night.

In the morning, after washing up, you'll be sent into a factory where you'll be packed like sardines in a can on a bus. Thank God when you're not standing around people that will literally stick onto you or squeeze into the tiniest gap they can possibly find. 

The next thing you thank God for is when the driver decides to be Lewis Hamilton and drive really fast, you can really reach your work place 10 minutes earlier. But having that advantage also means that the risk of him braking hard is high. When that happens, hold on tight to the hand-grips! Bodies will be flying and toes will be squashed. 

Then you thank God when you finally reached your work place, but you start to dread working because it's another 9 hours before you step out of office, back into the crazy traffic. You just hope and wish that you've leave or MC so that you can stay at home and play Wii with your kids.

Dragging yourselves to the office, you noticed that you've a million unread mails and your in-tray is stacked high with work, stamped with big red letters- URGENT.

Like working in a production line, your mind switches off and you start to work your guts out.

1230! It's lunch time! Your mind comes back alive and now you start to feel really hungry. Thinking of what and where to eat, you're constantly reminded of the crowd, sweat and smell that sticks onto your favorite Hugo Boss top. With much reluctance, you decided to dine at a swanky restaurant.

Back to work and you totally regretted eating at the swanky restaurant because you had to gobble your food down, before you're late to start work again at 1.30pm.

Time seems to slow down at 5pm. Every minute feels like an hour and you keep glancing towards the huge clock thats placed at the side of your monitor. Your mind starts to come up with plans after work; how are you going to surprise your wife, kids today? Suddenly your boss appears out of no where, in your face, and says, "OT tonight! Major change in plans!"

Your sandcastles starts to get destroyed by the waves and waves of working that's piling up your in-tray again. Your phone beeped. It's your wife! She says there's dinner home and she's waiting for you. With tears in your eyes and trembling fingers, you revealed to her the bad news.

silence.

Your eyes shifted back to your monitor screen and off you go, furiously typing away. Your short term goal is etched in your mind- "Finish fast, home fast."

A shout of triumph! You've done the impossible! A quick glance to the clock, you wondered why did time past by so fast when you're not looking at it. It's 9pm! Kids maybe still awake if you rushed home now, your wife would be still up, waiting for you to return.

The run to the bus stop never seemed so slow. You feel yourself running, breathless and dodging every obstacle. But the bus stop seems so far away! You see a bus pulling up, the number looks familiar. A voice in your head says, "RUN! It's your bus!!"

With a deep breath, you sprint like as though you're a 16 year old kid. Taking long strides, you ran your lungs out. Waving at the bus, a sense of desperation comes onto you; you really want to get onto it. Bus stops, with a sigh of relief, you boarded it and tried to scan your ez-link card. 

*beep beep beep*

The dreaded 3 beeps! You've insufficient funds in your card! Face flushed and still gasping for air, you grope for your wallet in your bag and ask for the bus fare. 

Sinking onto the seat, you smile at the thought that at least you're going home now and you get to see your wife and kid. Cruising along the expressway, a smile is formed on your face. You're getting closer to home, you can literally smell the food that your wife has prepared and the sounds of joy your kid makes whenever you're around.

Storming up the stairs, as the lift took such a long time, you opened the door, waiting for 2 figures to run towards you. But that never happened. You tiptoed into your  room and you see something that touches your heart.

Your beautiful wife cuddled up in bed, with your kid in her arms. 

You get washed up, changed and headed straight to bed, cuddling them.

Reflecting back, you realize the reason why you're willing to go through all the trouble everyday. The answer is in your arms, they're the love of your life- you'll do everything to provide for them and at the end of the day, you thank God for the job that He has given to you.