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The Birthday



Birthdays in my family are usually a happy time - not because we'd have an over the top party or anything, but because it would be the time when the whole family would usually be together, just the share pizza and cake (if for no better reason).

Yesterday was my sister Huda's birthday (Huda the genius - definitely my father's genes all over), but we celebrated it today. Before the party I had the task of looking for her birthday present... The thing is, it's kind of hard to buy presents for girls - buy them a dress and it's not their colour...buy them a skirt and it doesn't fit...so on and so on...so what did I do? Called up the wife and asked for Huda's shoe size...called up my sister Salihah and asked her Huda's shoe size...and bought the safest pair of shoes that were fashionable and could be worn with most colour combinations (and on sale of course!)...hehehehehe... I was so glad she liked them!

However, the party itself was where it hit me the most... all the places that were usually occupied were empty...

My dad was in KL on business, Sameerah & Bruce were in KL; Ammar, Nad & little Aimie, were in KL; Salihah was in UITM Shah Alam; Omer was in MRSM Mersing... I wondered if this was how things were going to be in the future, and with a sense of acceptance, I realised that this is how life was, and will always be...

We only have a short amount of time where we can enjoy being together in the nest of the family, before we all sprout wings and fly away...

I miss my family...


Comments

Princess Liyana said…
Alaahai. Tibe2 sedih baca ;(

i miss my family too..waaaa...rasa nak meraung2 dlm blog sir. ;P

Happy belated birthday Huda..;)
mesti sonok dpt new shoes. huhu
missyizzati said…
yea. i know the feeling. suddenly, to have everyone at the same time is so rare.

itu baru 2 orang yang kahwin.
niasara said…
so far apart, but close at heart ! that matter the most!
A t i Q a h said…
Nanti masa semua orang dapat berkumpul, that will be the happiest moment ever. Kan sir. :)
Abdullah said…
Liyana,
jangan meraung..nnt basah laptop baru ;)

Ijat,
Nnt u dah kahwin lagilah...

Lina,
true... :)

Atiqah,
Those moments are always the sweetest..
Gukita said…
Bang,

Whatever you have, grab it and dont give in to negative thoughts. If you have to wait for all to be free before deciding to celebrate anything, that is a mistake. When you are content with what there is, you'll be ready to be overjoyed when you have a larger representation. Doesnt work other way..

I'm sure Huda is grateful for your remembrance.. Give her my salam.. To Sal too and of course Adel..
Abdullah said…
Thanks Pakcik Ali... :)

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