It was a beautiful Christmas. A perfect Christmas party. Friends and relatives gathered from near and far. Aunty Tinggie prepared variety of food and drinks for all of us. Thanked to her and uncle Rimau we all shared our stories and laughter every Christmas.
After I lost my parents I don’t feel the same anymore. I prone to travels with friends locally or outside the country. I tend to send Christmas cards to tell my sweet words to Aunty Tinggie. Nothing is ever the same without my parents. I just don’t feel I have a home…somewhere where my heart felt warm and belong to.
After a long time, now I felt the urge deep inside my tiny heart that I must go home to see Mr Ikan, not only to see but to be there with him no matter what it is..
I realised I had missed the essence of a family touch even though I knew I would never meet them again any time. I missed to meet those close to my heart, at the same time I need the time to heal my lost soul. I was wrecked inside me…I made friendship with loneliness.
I feel absolutely amazing how Mr Ikan has nurtured this feeling in me. Yeah…a hard stoned heart ,buried in my chest.
I have never felt so excited to go to a place I felt home now. Yes I have a home now…💟