We were sitting around the dining table at home in a dark cloudy afternoon with the TV off and occasional breeze that felt so nice like it almost rained. The perfect weather for dozing and slacking, only that time we were busy gobbling the finger-licking good lamb curry and fried bihoon on table with other things that practically made you drool (like sate or something like it). All in all, not the picture that could be much described as elegant. =P
It was prior to new year if I’m not mistaken, since there were such delicious meals at home. Every year, my parents’ employees always send us their traditional meals on days of their new year, which makes it one of the holidays that I’m looking forward to most.. well, how not? =P Anyway, back on track. So, it was years ago, where my bro went home on a holiday while he was still in the university. My mom and pop were on holiday too, so were my sis and I. Actually, there was nothing particular happened. It’s just that it felt really fun where all my complete family members there (with my grandma too) making jokes, chatting and eating together. Since then it was my most coveted and long-waited holiday ever. But after some time, well, after my sis’ off to the Uni too, to be specific, it seemed like it’s a rare thing to happen. Every time my bro’s home, she’s not, and the other way round. Not to mention when my bro had started to work. His presence felt even rarer than I scoring good in Biology. Man, how rare is that? =P
All this while I’ve been missing that moment and believe me it’s been years since our last gathering. Usually, I just picture that very moment, the afternoon, the atmosphere and all. I’d always recalled it as clear and as fun as the way things were not exactly knowing what it was. Only then, it dawns on me that as much as I’d heard about it, I didn’t even understand what a quality time meant. Only that now I’ve understood what that particular moment is, I know enough to name it: quality time with my beloved family.
You know, when you don’t even have the inkling of what fun is going on, you don’t mean it when you say it. You’re just simply bitching about it. Only when you’ve known how worthwhile it is and there’s no denying it how desperately you’ve missed it, that’s when you’re truly saying it.
Welcome home bro and sis. And I’m entitled to say this now, hoping for a great quality time. See you guys tomorrow.
It was prior to new year if I’m not mistaken, since there were such delicious meals at home. Every year, my parents’ employees always send us their traditional meals on days of their new year, which makes it one of the holidays that I’m looking forward to most.. well, how not? =P Anyway, back on track. So, it was years ago, where my bro went home on a holiday while he was still in the university. My mom and pop were on holiday too, so were my sis and I. Actually, there was nothing particular happened. It’s just that it felt really fun where all my complete family members there (with my grandma too) making jokes, chatting and eating together. Since then it was my most coveted and long-waited holiday ever. But after some time, well, after my sis’ off to the Uni too, to be specific, it seemed like it’s a rare thing to happen. Every time my bro’s home, she’s not, and the other way round. Not to mention when my bro had started to work. His presence felt even rarer than I scoring good in Biology. Man, how rare is that? =P
All this while I’ve been missing that moment and believe me it’s been years since our last gathering. Usually, I just picture that very moment, the afternoon, the atmosphere and all. I’d always recalled it as clear and as fun as the way things were not exactly knowing what it was. Only then, it dawns on me that as much as I’d heard about it, I didn’t even understand what a quality time meant. Only that now I’ve understood what that particular moment is, I know enough to name it: quality time with my beloved family.
You know, when you don’t even have the inkling of what fun is going on, you don’t mean it when you say it. You’re just simply bitching about it. Only when you’ve known how worthwhile it is and there’s no denying it how desperately you’ve missed it, that’s when you’re truly saying it.
Welcome home bro and sis. And I’m entitled to say this now, hoping for a great quality time. See you guys tomorrow.
no, we were not that young in our last gathering. I'm just shamelessly flaunting it in ur face. =P
2 comments:
huaaaaaaaa... u're just so cute, dear!!!
YES I AM. =P =P
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