Fairy Tales

Now that its Tuesday and the weariness has long gone, I looked back at my weekend and I cherish every second of it. I looked past the noisy, irresponsible contractor and small remarks that hurt me a bit.

I begin to appreciate the smaller minutiae.

About Mak bringing me more plants for the house, not to mention some pesticides, nasi lemak to feed the hungry Opi, Isya and me and the look on her face when she saw the blooming flowers at the porch.

How Abah immediately sat on our do-it-yourself bench at the front porch. Pulled out his newspapers and settled comfortably outside, making himself at home. He called out for Isya and the little angel sat on his lap. Both of them just sat there awhile, staring at nothingness.

Dodik and Pona quickly switched on the TV, grabbed some pillows and asked “ Ada teh? Nak makan nasi lemak dulu ni”. And when Dodik said,” Don’t worry. I know where the cups and plates are”, she made me smiled.

Most of the times in our lives, we tend to overlook things that really matter. Sometimes, we let our energy wasted on things that don’t at all. We miss seeing the contented looks in our loved ones because we were looking for something, which are not there to begin with. We care too much about one second of silence that we close our eyes to hours of laughter and loving.

Yesterday I felt very down, and I couldn’t pin the reason why. So I closed my eyes and let my thoughts bring me to a time or place I feel most relaxed, most calm and blissful. One particular scene came to my mind.

A time when I was 5 or 6 years old and I was with Mak at the back room of our old house. And I remember begging her to tell me more stories – of Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty, of the bad thieves and Prince Charming. I would ask her to tell me more stories, and she would do that amidst yawns. She would hug me and tell me that everything will be fine. Just like all the happy endings of the fairy tales. I would feel so loved then. All my problems seemed to wither away and everything will be fine again.

Nowadays when Isya keeps on asking me to repeat some stories about her favourite Ba Bear and colourful balloons, I obliged. Parts of me want her to have similar loving memories, but parts of me just want to recall and relish in my own memoirs. Life is a cycle. What goes around comes a round. Somebody told me once, “itu hukum dunia”.

I made a resolution today. Life is too short....life is too sweet and too fleeting. Let’s just be grateful for what we have and not dwell on the unnecessary.