Home is where the fridge is always full.
Home is where the wifi connects automatically.
Home is where I'm most comfortable to take a dump & pee (I avoid public toilets to the best of my abilities).
Home is where my siblings' neverending rows take place, where I preside as the peacemaker.
Home is where my relatives & I tease, insult, and make self deprecating jokes about each other.
Home is where Nenek lies down and beckons me to massage her feet.
Home is when I make a bolt for the freezer and take out the meat-filled ice cream box and pray to God that every traffic light turns red on Mama's way home.
Home is when people at a kenduri reckon me as the youngest of my siblings because I'm the shortest.
Home is when I throw my hands up in chagrin as my siblings' yells go on and on, but never will I give them up as a lost cause.
Home is when I slam the door shut one night and open it again the next morning, in silent reconciliation with Mama.
Home is where Atuk smiles and waves and says, "Teh tarik satu,".
Home is when I ring them on Facetime, and the iPad gets passed around because no one wants to talk to me at 6.30 pm on a weekday. Apparently a Malay drama on TV3 > me -_- And even when I phone at a different time, there'll be the usual banter "Siapa delete cerita yg Mama record?!".
Home is where my little cousins are, crouching behind a sofa in a game of Hide & Seek, or perched in front of Upin & Ipin, or in a circle with their feet pointing to one common spot as one of them sings Din din din, aladdin.
|Home is where my cousin Kak Aisyah's shrill voice fills the space, "Miqdad meh sini pakai bajuuu,"|
|Home is when my younger brother greets me with his default "Oi gemuk. Tengok tu, pipi je dah makan separuh screen ipad ni ha,"|
My MOSTTTT favourite video on Youtube. SO. CUUUUTE!! Especially her, "One day I'm gonna whistle?" at 1:48.
6 years later, and now she can whistle!!!!! My heart!!!!! :')