Happy Birthday, Sunshine
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Nazzim is twelve today. He smiled big and wide when I wished him this morning. He even allowed Sofia to kiss him when she wished him so.
He’s all grown up. He’s a far cry from the toddler who was so obsessed with cranes, then tractors and later on, washing machines, albeit anything that turns around. I was worried sick that he finds things that spin fascinating. But he outgrew that obsession in good time.
Nazzim is not a morning person. There are few grumpier people on earth in the mornings. More often that not, we’d be looking high and low, under the tables and in the closets for the other six dwarfs, for Mr. Grumpy is here among us.
Last Saturday, while I was out playing golf, he announced to Lina that he wanted roti canai for breakfast. Lina said that she didn’t feel like going out.
“Then I’ll go on my own.”, he added.
“I don’t think so….”, said his mom.
“Mama ni, semua Along nak buat tak boleh. Along dah besar dah tau!!”
He went off to sulk. Five minutes later she told him to go on and get his roti canai. Lina said that a very chirpy boy came back half an hour later. Of course, one roti canai could make a big difference. Being independent is a big difference.
That gave Sofia some bright ideas.
“For you my dear, the day you go on your own to get roti canai will be the day when tanduk kucing bertanduk.” , I said.
Or maybe when she is thirty-five.
His Papa Tok loves his company. A few weeks ago we let him and his cousin, who is of the same age, accompany their Papa Tok to the wet market in Seremban. We had two sets of anxious parents at home and both pairs were sure that they would only hinder their grandfather as he goes about trying to get things bought. But of course, grandfathers being grandfathers, he had nothing but praises for his grandsons, especially Nazzim, as they helped carry all the groceries, alerted their grandfather of oncoming cars, pointed him to the right directions and helped him go around the muck in and around the market. Yes, sure, as if the man has not been doing all that these previous sixty-five years.
Happy Birthday, Sunshine. For that is what you are to us when you came into this world.
.
Nazzim is twelve today. He smiled big and wide when I wished him this morning. He even allowed Sofia to kiss him when she wished him so.
He’s all grown up. He’s a far cry from the toddler who was so obsessed with cranes, then tractors and later on, washing machines, albeit anything that turns around. I was worried sick that he finds things that spin fascinating. But he outgrew that obsession in good time.
Nazzim is not a morning person. There are few grumpier people on earth in the mornings. More often that not, we’d be looking high and low, under the tables and in the closets for the other six dwarfs, for Mr. Grumpy is here among us.
Last Saturday, while I was out playing golf, he announced to Lina that he wanted roti canai for breakfast. Lina said that she didn’t feel like going out.
“Then I’ll go on my own.”, he added.
“I don’t think so….”, said his mom.
“Mama ni, semua Along nak buat tak boleh. Along dah besar dah tau!!”
He went off to sulk. Five minutes later she told him to go on and get his roti canai. Lina said that a very chirpy boy came back half an hour later. Of course, one roti canai could make a big difference. Being independent is a big difference.
That gave Sofia some bright ideas.
“For you my dear, the day you go on your own to get roti canai will be the day when tanduk kucing bertanduk.” , I said.
Or maybe when she is thirty-five.
His Papa Tok loves his company. A few weeks ago we let him and his cousin, who is of the same age, accompany their Papa Tok to the wet market in Seremban. We had two sets of anxious parents at home and both pairs were sure that they would only hinder their grandfather as he goes about trying to get things bought. But of course, grandfathers being grandfathers, he had nothing but praises for his grandsons, especially Nazzim, as they helped carry all the groceries, alerted their grandfather of oncoming cars, pointed him to the right directions and helped him go around the muck in and around the market. Yes, sure, as if the man has not been doing all that these previous sixty-five years.
Happy Birthday, Sunshine. For that is what you are to us when you came into this world.
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posted by dudae_simboyo at 16:57
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