every year two weeks before 25th December, i would spend my times accompanying my sisters buying things for a cheerful Xmas. the memories are non-returnable.
every year a day before 25th December, i would help mr j and his beloved wife tidy up our house so that it will be the best place for us families to hang out and spend our Xmas together. i would help out in the kitchen and help aeryn, my sister in her cooking. we like to make manok pansoh and lamb chop for the special dinner.
every year at Xmas night, i would spend a great dinner with them, and we talk about lives, with our family members are increasing as 1 by 1 get married. i would hang out with the other male family members, in living room, talk about what a great life we have, with the beers on the table.
every year on 25th December, my sisters friends would come and enliven our house with their laugh and cheers.
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the memories are non-returnable. mr j asked me to go back home. he asked me to go home, with my old faith. and still, i'm so sorry, dad. i can't do that.
there are times that my mind in doubtful, but i'm so sure that, my path is real. even i have to let go all that i had before, because my life is His, is not permanent for me to keep.
2 comments:
u r not alone seventh
mr j tu ayah ko kn..dan ko anaknye..balik je rumah..tp balik sbagai seorg islam..mcm mane pn ko still anaknya..jalankan tanggungjawab ko sbagai anak..dlm al quran pn ade sebut tanggungjawab anak tp tkde disebut tanggungjawab ibubapa..cuma dinyatakan anak itu amanah..1 hadis mungkin boleh membantu 'sesiapa yg menyerupai sesuatu kaum maka dia termasuk sebahagian dari kaum itu'
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