If I could capture moments with words those memorable time I spent on my last trip back to kampung, these would be it;
1) I bought a cake for the kids and I remember how excited they were blowing out the candles, one for each. It wasn't exactly their birthday, but kids don't remember that kind of thing. They only remember you celebrated it.
2) Our Japanese Spitz dog we fondly called Chiko, tailed my mother everywhere. I mean she was damn cute. A few steps ahead, paused, looked back at mother to check if she still followed her and walked again and paused again. . .on and on until they safely reached home. My mom is the alpha at home and Chiko is just following the lead literally everywhere.. *smiling sweetly
3) My father and hubby had this bonding time I could only stare and smile. I was a happy daughter and wife ;)
4) I took time to look at the kid's homework and made sure they did well. This rare chance to be a part of their learning process left me with yearning to have more chances to be there for them.
5) I soaked and hand-washed the kid's uniforms. Something I never did since primary school.
6) I did most of the cooking and the house chores. That was something. I always turned into a lazy bum every time I was at kampung, relying on my parents to pamper me like a really spoilt child. Not this time. I changed for good. *nodding head..(hopefully it last)
I had a memorable time.
* My brother just called up this afternoon to inform me that Chiko has tragically died and mom is having a hard time mourning the loss of our/her faithful companion. **SOB SOB SOB
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