The thing about going back home is, you are back to the people who genuinely cares for you. That alone is enough as a reason to state why balik kampung is my best moment.
I am just back from Kampung. I wanted to stay longer but duty calls and I don't have a choice but to go back to work although the next day would again be another holiday.
At kampung, the children were playing truant, had an experimental time enjoying firecrackers and Nonel being the little baby was adored by everyone. The smiles never left anyone. It seemed like a ton of burden just being lifted up from everyone's shoulders.
My mother was the busiest. My father looked much older but still as strong as he was. I wonder how gray or white his hair would be if only he allow it to grow, but being him, bald is always the option.
And..the fun part that really made my day was my father's choice on the exterior wall paint colour (purple + green + pink) ^_^. To be honest I thought it ruined the entire beauty of the house building but amazingly it did not ticked me off. In fact, I laughed until my stomach hurt, to the astonishment of my mother who forbid me from complaining it to my beloved father.It did not help that the paint colour of the interior was as bizarre as the outside which left me confused on what could be the best curtains colour to drape the windows in order to at least balance the outrageous wall's paint. ah...its a challenge.. I should smile..^_^
Being born in a very challenging environment, multi talented and opinionated parents and siblings made my kind of life not only full of challenge but made it more colourful. I could not asked for a better family to grow in character. The hardest place I ever been and yet the place I can always call home.
I am blessed indeed.
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