Today Is My Birthday

This morning Mom brought me and Hadi to town. I thought Mom will go to Bintang or Giant for groceries. Instead, Mom drove straight to a cake shop. At front of the shop was written 'Secret Recipe'. I saw so many varieties of cakes and made my mouth watering. It must be very delicious and I would like to taste all of them. Mom told me that today is a very special day. I was not sure to whom that special day was meant to. Hadi hold me tight, afraid that I might destroy the cakes that were displayed. I saw Mom selected the biggest and the most beautiful one and on top of it was written ' Happy Birthday Yusuff'. I still cannot understand what is the special occasion and why my name was written on top of the cake. I saw Mom trust a huge notes to the girl behind the counter. It must be very expensive.
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Then Mom stop again at another shop to buy some balloons. I like balloon very much and I admire its wonderful colors. Brother Ikhlas used to blow a balloon for me and I will punch it up to the sky. Mom said, tonight everybody will blow all the balloons and to be hanged from the ceiling and wall. I still wondering why everybody seems to be happy to celebrate the day with cake and balloons.
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Finally I asked Mom what was all about. Mom told me that I am growing older by a year now and today is my 2nd birthday. Mom kissed me and wish me all the best and to be a very obedient and wonderful son. Lastly Mom convey a message from Dad wishing me a wonderful and prosperous happy birthday.

I Hurt My Index Finger
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Everyday when I woke up in the morning, I will find Adah. I like and adore her very much. Brother Ikhlas likes to tease me very much, that is why I dislike him. Sometimes I will roam around my brother's and sister's rooms try to find something interesting. I would snatch their belongings and run quickly down stairs and hide behind Mom for protection if they try to catch me. It was so great for being naughty for a while. After all, I would recognize that Mom would never punish me instead of my sisters and brothers. Being the youngest in the family is an additional advantage that I have.
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Last few days, they refused to let me be in their rooms. I was crying and trying to push the door to let me in. I felt I was big enough like a monster to push the door with my whole strength and energy. While I was trying to push in and the others were trying to prevent me from entering, inadvertently, I could feel my index finger was feeling numb. In seconds, I saw blood rushing profusely from my index finger and dripping to the floor, as red as tomato sauce. I was scared and started to feel a terrible pain. I screamed and turned myself into hysteria. I could never think of anything accept trying to find Mom. Everybody was panicking to witness the tragedy.

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Mom immediately rushing upstairs to find out what was happening to me. Mom got hold of me and checked my finger and noticed that my nail was peeled off. I never stopped crying and hoping the pain will cease instantly. I keep on showing my finger to Mom and hoping that she will do some mantra for miracle to happen. Instead, Mom took me to the kitchen and start washing my finger and bandage it with a cloth. The whole day I was lying beside Mom and can feel that my finger started to swollen. Then everybody came down and surrounded me and sympathized to what had happened to me and asked for forgiveness.
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Mom said, I am still too small to act as a big boy. I need to learn how to walk before I can learn how to run.

It Was Over A Year

It was over a year that Dad had not penned down in my blog. I keep on waiting for Dad to narrate my story and progress. I asked Mom why my blog stagnant for sometimes with no updates. Mom told me that Dad was terribly busy with his job. I try to comprehend the way Dad handled his life but I was wondering why Dad keep on updating his own blog? Hhhmmmm...... I didn't blame Dad for that but I wish Dad will make his best endeavor to make my journey very meaningful.
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Every time when Dad phoned Mom, Dad will ask Mom to put the hand phone to my ear. I can hear what Dad said but I just could not reply. Now, I started to learn few words from my sisters and brothers. Mom said that my vocabulary is improving even the syllables are not perfect. This is the way we learn things when we grow up, said Mom. I tend to appreciate my life more now since I have learned many things as I progress.

I Miss You So Much

One day, I was asking mom where is Dad. Mom replied that Dad was away from home. Dad got to work and finish his job. I cannot fathom what is meant by 'work and job'. Why need to go far away for a job or to work. I feel perplexed for quite sometimes trying to understand the explanation from Mom. Mom told me that I could never understand what does that mean because I was too young to deal with adult's activities. Mom continued that, job or work is the activity that when people did it, they will get paid with money. With that money Mom will by me new clothes. With that money Mom will get me a ride on Panda. I try to comprehend every description but it was hard.... Mom reminded me that when I am big enough, I would also go to work.
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Everyday, I will play with sister Adah. She will case me first and I will run down stairs and jump into a sofa. Then I will case her in retaliation and will cry if I could not catch her. Mom will scold Adah if I started to cry. Sometimes I were left alone if everybody went to school. I was hoping that Dad will be around so that I could play hide and seek with him. I miss Dad so much. I seldom see him. When Dad arrived home abruptly, I was so shy to introduce myself. I used to hide behind Mom. One thing I know for sure was, Dad will grasp and hold me tightly and lifted me from the floor and kiss me roughly. I can feel Dad's beard pocking to my cheek and I despise it.