On this date I received my bundle of joy. Dark ,scrawny haired I welcomed her unconditionally. Relatives and friends were a buzzed when they came visiting.
La anak perempuan lagi
Awat hitam sangat ni.
Lain sangat .Ish Ish
Never mind. Even she’s dark as the soot,she’s mine.Thats my retort.
Seeing her growing up was a double joy. She didnt crave for much attention except for that occasional mama nak rambut or mama jampilah.
Putting her to sleep was letting my hair be twisted around her little finger. The accidental bumps could be soothed by my pooohed. So funny.
She’s one baby that found her way into people’s heart not by her look but by her wits. Could never forget that girl who lead the other children for the afternoon game in the neighbourhood or teaching them dancing steps in my living room. Every evening the sound of kak aten, kak aten would be heard .
She’s a leader.Right from the start.
Today,I hope she’s doing well in the land of the kangaroo.
I missed all the attention that you doled on us. That mug of nescafe , cucur kodok , keropok goreng thrust into us when watching tv.You were always asking us >mak ,abah nak minum apa?
I think abah,abang ,kakaks , mok,jade and dell too are missing you.