It was fun really. Getting home, with her waiting on the steps with a badminton racket in one hand, forcing me to play regardless of my kebaya. Her big toothy smile, screaming "selamat pulang!" when she saw my figure walking back.
Being parental by ensuring she ate her veggies and me in turn had to eat it too coz she would surely refuse if I don't. Saying no for nuggets in the middle of the night, even though I was craving it too and had to put up with her tantrums. Forcing myself to drink white milk because if I didn't, she won't take hers. It was a pain in the ass but I miss that.
Making sure she finally figure out that A is A and not C. Giving reminders that 7 is before 8. Checking her tajwid when she recites surahs. Telling her its ok that she couldn't figure out words or when she was stress that she cant do her homework.
I miss her. I miss her. Telling her stories before she goes to sleep. Her waking me up in the middle of the night to go to the loo. I miss her pretending to pray together with me. I really miss her waking me up on weekends and have walks on the beach together. Sigh.
Min has been telling me to get a kid. But Min kedekut, tengah mengandung, tapi tak nak bagi baby dia. Dahla she'll be leaving soon. Stupid hubby, with some fancy job. Taking Min away. (I'm sorry I call you stupid Lan, tengah emo)
Can I have just one person, ONE, that is mine and won't leave?