Elsa…. Elsa kena sayang abang because abang loves you very, very, very much.
Saturday night you guys were fooling around, wrestling and such when your ulcer bled. You showed it to your precious abang and he inspected your mouth. He then took you to the bathroom, opened the tap and instructed you to gargle some water. He scooped water to your mouth many, many times before he is satisfied that the blood is gone. He wiped your face dry with a towel before hugging you and telling you everything is okay. I can’t sleep that night as I keep thinking about it and I want you to think about that incident too if you ever decided that you hate your brother.
Or what about when you swapped your iced-tea for my sirap limau. Umar was aghast that I allowed you to drink something with ‘biji’ in it. During the course of the meal he kept reminding you to watch out for the ‘biji-biji’ and whenever you took a sip, his eyes watched the beverage like a hawk, making sure none of the offending ‘biji’ is swallowed by his little sister.
Remember that Elsa whenever you think what a jerk your big brother is.
Please also try to remember throughout the course of your life that you love your brother very much too.
We were on the way home from watching Get Smart and the 2 of you of course played rough at the back seat. Umar accidently socked you at the mouth and hit your ulcer. You must be in an excruciating pain but you hid it well so that Umar wouldn’t be in trouble. You kept saying, “I’m okay, Um… I’m okay… Tak sakit pun..” when Umar gave you his once over but I saw you winced in pain. That was really nice of you my darling and I know you did it because you love your abang.
But what I will always remember is how much you re your abah’s little girl. I am not ashamed to admit that I am jealous of the amount of love you bestow on your abah. You took out his picture from my purse and showed it around, saying how cute your father is. He he…
Well… last night, I was cooking when you approached me. “Mummy…. Abah is hurt …” Said you. I asked who had hurt your Abah and you with a disbelief look said, “You did, Mum !! It was you ! Abah sekarang dah sakit kepala !!”
I have to say that I was shocked that you decided to confront me. I tried denying it. You insisted, “Mum… Abah terantuk kepala when you slam dunk him !!” You shook your head when you said that, one hand on your forehead.
For the record I didn’t slam dunk him… I was just trying to wrestle the remote control from him and in that process he hit his head on the bed headboard. In all fairness it was all Rashdan’s fault because he stuck his tongue out to me when I requested for the remote nicely.
“Mana ada… I did no such thing !!” I protested in mock horror. Again you rested your forehead on your palm and shook your head. “Ada !! You did it Mum !! Now Abah is hurt …”. You stood there, looking at me accusingly and I felt so wretched for hurting your Abah eventhough he deserved it (and really all in good fun lah… no biggie…..).
But the thing that I will remember the most is the way you, Elsa at 5 years old, spelt teh-o-ais … T-O-S… a bit of English and at the T and Indonesian at the S but it was music to my ears… my funny, bunny….
Saturday night you guys were fooling around, wrestling and such when your ulcer bled. You showed it to your precious abang and he inspected your mouth. He then took you to the bathroom, opened the tap and instructed you to gargle some water. He scooped water to your mouth many, many times before he is satisfied that the blood is gone. He wiped your face dry with a towel before hugging you and telling you everything is okay. I can’t sleep that night as I keep thinking about it and I want you to think about that incident too if you ever decided that you hate your brother.
Or what about when you swapped your iced-tea for my sirap limau. Umar was aghast that I allowed you to drink something with ‘biji’ in it. During the course of the meal he kept reminding you to watch out for the ‘biji-biji’ and whenever you took a sip, his eyes watched the beverage like a hawk, making sure none of the offending ‘biji’ is swallowed by his little sister.
Remember that Elsa whenever you think what a jerk your big brother is.
Please also try to remember throughout the course of your life that you love your brother very much too.
We were on the way home from watching Get Smart and the 2 of you of course played rough at the back seat. Umar accidently socked you at the mouth and hit your ulcer. You must be in an excruciating pain but you hid it well so that Umar wouldn’t be in trouble. You kept saying, “I’m okay, Um… I’m okay… Tak sakit pun..” when Umar gave you his once over but I saw you winced in pain. That was really nice of you my darling and I know you did it because you love your abang.
But what I will always remember is how much you re your abah’s little girl. I am not ashamed to admit that I am jealous of the amount of love you bestow on your abah. You took out his picture from my purse and showed it around, saying how cute your father is. He he…
Well… last night, I was cooking when you approached me. “Mummy…. Abah is hurt …” Said you. I asked who had hurt your Abah and you with a disbelief look said, “You did, Mum !! It was you ! Abah sekarang dah sakit kepala !!”
I have to say that I was shocked that you decided to confront me. I tried denying it. You insisted, “Mum… Abah terantuk kepala when you slam dunk him !!” You shook your head when you said that, one hand on your forehead.
For the record I didn’t slam dunk him… I was just trying to wrestle the remote control from him and in that process he hit his head on the bed headboard. In all fairness it was all Rashdan’s fault because he stuck his tongue out to me when I requested for the remote nicely.
“Mana ada… I did no such thing !!” I protested in mock horror. Again you rested your forehead on your palm and shook your head. “Ada !! You did it Mum !! Now Abah is hurt …”. You stood there, looking at me accusingly and I felt so wretched for hurting your Abah eventhough he deserved it (and really all in good fun lah… no biggie…..).
But the thing that I will remember the most is the way you, Elsa at 5 years old, spelt teh-o-ais … T-O-S… a bit of English and at the T and Indonesian at the S but it was music to my ears… my funny, bunny….
2 comments:
That's very cute of Elsa. hehehe I really want to meet this adorable daughter of yours, Insya Allah. Geramlah nak provoke Elsa ni (if you don't mind). : )
I don't mind... silakan.... he he
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