Family

Wed, 14 Nov 2012 10:18:12 -0500

Everytime I come home, I have to take several tasks from Bibik’s hands. Tucking my little sister in at night is one of the chores I don’t mind doing.

Watching her sleep somehow put things in perspective for me. She knows the rules. 9pm, off to bed. She sleeps easily enough. A few minutes fooling around, laughing, talking about whatever’s on her mind, and then she drifts off to dreamworld. I don’t remember the last time I slept that easy.

Everytime I look at her, I remember myself when I was at her age. I don’t remember much, but it’s enough to notice the huge changes between me, twelve years ago and now.

How peaceful it is to be a young child. You only worry about snack times, bed times, fighting for the TV remote (though I’m still coping with that last problem. Haha), looking forward to go out swimming in the pool and waiting for Mummy and Daddy to come home from work. You look at the world as a huge picture surrounded by flowers and animals, full of colours, surrounded by your loved ones.

I’ve come a long way from then. And right now I’m in a phase of my life that I can’t wait to get out from it. But there’s always on thing that keeps me going until now, and that’s by looking at my precious baby sister.

I screwed up, a lot. I broke a lot of hearts. I made huge mistakes, and still repeating them. I damage things beyond any form of repair. But even that, I still got hugs and kisses every single day from her, who looks at me with pure love. To her, I’m still her ‘kakak’. Not a person that keeps screwing things up.

And I just realised it now, that, even if the whole world turns their backs at me, I still got my family, who keeps forgiving me even when I mess things up for the billionth time. So I had had some fall outs from friends, splitting up with boyfriends, but I would only be destroyed if my family is taken away from me.

Maybe that’s why I’ve never felt any pressure to have a boyfriend. Partly because I started hooking up with boys at the age of twelve :P, partly because I got enough love and attention that I need. I don’t mind being the only girl that doesn’t have a boyfriend while everybody else does. I’ve never felt like I got “kurang kasih sayang” or lonely. You can call me ‘anak manja’ all you want, it’s completely true, after all, but I prefer that than having to search some stranger to get attention and getting love from him.

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