Nieces Are Like Cotton Candy

Hearing the squeal of excitement from their voices today, bring back sweet memories of all my nieces that I adore, love and cherish. It was kind of weird what transpire me to call them one by one today, but I have been told that they missed me a lot.

Before my decision to take a job assignment out of the country, my home was home for each and every one of them. They are most welcome for a short visit, a one night stay, or as long as they like. There are no boundaries in my house, what my children eat, they eat, where my children go, they will go too, what TV programs my children watched they will too, basically they are like my own.

However, there must always be a reason for a boundary to be broken, or for happiness to be cut short, or a good relationship to be tarnished. Whatever, happened, happens for many reasons that I wish not to know, neither do I want to waste my time to ponder on. One thing will always remain constant is that I am their auntie and the favorite one, so they claim as long as I am breathing.

After talking to them I try to visualize each and every one of their faces, each unique character, and behavior, each one of them has a special something that I will take with me wherever I may be. If we are never destined to meet again, I know I have once upon a time loved them as much as I possibly could.

Nieces are like cotton candy, pretty, sweet and sticky. They all will stick to me as though I am the mother hen sheltering them from the piercing eyes of the hawk. I am smiling as I am writing this entry, remembering how one of them used to fight with my little angel because my niece wanted me as her mother, and they start arguing until one has to give up. They were tiny and innocent then, now they are young adults, and I bet each of them must be as pretty as a picture.

May the Lord keep you my nieces safe, healthy and happy always………………… I love you.

We Will Miss You At Count down

In my previous entry I wrote how playful my two little angels can be, even on the night of the packing they were busy playing rather than doing what they were supposed to do.

Anyways, on the day of their departure, they were still packing and trying to organize their belongings. I let them be and do what I would do best every day, watching CNN, and taking up the challenge of the Iron Frog (go figure).

We left the house quite early, as I was contemplating their overweight luggage. Alhamdulillah everything went well despite their overweight. While waiting for hubby to come from the office, I took them for a light lunch.

At lunch and being the norm at departure, I keep reminding them what to do, what not to do, what to tell and what not to tell. We poke joke at one another, to hide the sadness of departure, then out of nowhere Chef Diva took out a bag containing presents for hubby and me.

When I opened my present and read the home made card, I nearly let go of my soft emotional side again, but wait a minute I managed to hold my tears. They had bought me this little angel perfume that I was so smitten by and of course a Star Wars character for hubby.

Despite their playfulness, they never forget when it comes to being the sweet thoughtful them. Thank you darling, may you both have a nice merry Xmas too.

We will be missing you at this year’s count down.

Never Wither

Sitting here alone, and arranging the shortcuts to my desktop I came across a couple of your pictures. Despite opening folders after folders I keep coming back and looking at your pictures. Only the Lord knows what you have gone through in your life, but as your mother I know that you are never one bitter person.

There were days that you went to school with your face all puffed up, blue black from being abused by your father, but you stand tall and never wither, you went to school avoiding questions of the obvious, smiling and laughing as though nothing had gone wrong.

There were nights that you sit up late doing the wedding baskets of your only brother, while we were all already deep in our dreams, you never wither for the love of your brother, you stay, burning and cutting your fingers at times, but you never avoid the responsibility of a gift.

There were moments when I was not around you took the task of a mother, cooking, cleaning and waiting on your two younger sisters, you never wither, yet you shower them and shelter them with so much love, and you never avoid this moment of a task.

There were hours that you will walk the mile to defend your family, no matter what, not knowing any fear that could befall, you stand by each and every one of your siblings, and you never wither.

Looking at your pictures again, I thank the Lord for a special daughter like you. You take all the bitterness that was thrown at you gracefully. You never hate, yet you come for more, your never close your door, you keep it open all the time.

Alia, you are indeed a very special gift to me and I want you to know that. I may be stern, and hard, and a tyrant for all you know, but I did all that because I know behind this very strong front that you put to the public, you are actually a very fragile person, and I only want you to be able to fight back without breaking.

This one is for you Alia…………………………. Never wither!!!!!!

Have I Told You?

Last Saturday, we had to take another big step in our life, meaning hoping to seal and patch another piece of jigsaw to complete another milestone of the movement. It was never that easy to drag ourselves out in the chilling weather, but this we have.

The meeting was scheduled at 1400 hours and by the time we arrived at the meeting place, it was so packed with tourists as well as locals. This is our all-time favorite coffee place. Hubby managed to find a place in the red room for us; the meeting proceeds with friendly talks, more friendly talks, some jokes, some information shared and later to serious business. In the end we got what we had come for, Alhamdulillah.

By the time we decided on the deal, hubby and me realized that we had not had lunch for the day, and it was already 1600 hours. After saying goodbye to the sweet couple, we decided to venture and look for the restaurant that serves ‘bolehland’ culinary. We had attempted to look for this place before when the girls were here but we got lost and could not find the place.

To cut the story short we found the place, and we ate till our heart content, Alhamdulillah, believe it or not, hubby requested to go to the same restaurant again the next day, but in my opinion all good things should be savored slowly with appreciation.

However, after dinner we were hurrying to catch the so much talked about Tangled aka Rapunzel 3D movie. As we left the restaurant, we noticed that the wind was super strong and walking out I could hardly feel the tip of my nose and ears anymore. We walked as fast as we could, suddenly a gush of strong wind just blew me away, I could not control myself, I was being pushed so fast to the middle of the road, it was scary, hubby had to run and catch me in order to hold me down.

We managed to run quickly for shelter at the nearest train station, thus it got me thinking that there were truth when we sometime see people hugging and holding on to a tree or a lamppost to protect themselves from being blown away. I will vouch to the truth of these pictures now.

By the way, did I tell you that Tangled aka Rapunzel was worth the rush and being blown in the wind.

The Night Before

Finally, they got packing; they were such a sight to watch. I was helping them for a while, until they started to fool around more than they were seriously packing. I don’t remember what time it was already, but I know it was late and I was past my bed time, so I decided to go to my room and watch them instead of continuing to help them.

The hall was already so messed up, each time I pulled a bag to make way; Chef Diva will put another one to block the way. It was so funny seeing them wanting to carry two years of belongings in a one night packing. From the number of bags that they have between them without doubt I know they will be overweight.

From the pictures you can see how playful they were and that packing was such a chore, in the end I don’t know what time they finished, I was already tucked in and happily sleeping after my nightly foot massage.

I would do anything to see their playfulness again and again…………………….. missing you more than I could have imagined.