Reminiscing

A loud bang on the door shook me off my dreamless sleep and on to the floor this morning. Surprised and confused, not to mention pain as I fell on my back hard. Immediately after composing myself, I opened the door, wondering what was the emergency for anyone to knock on the door so hard, only to found Mummy standing on the other side with a mug of coffee in her hand, who merely said, "Hantar Mama pergi airport."

My reactions to that was; to rush off to the toilet to wash my face and brush my teeth; to change my clothes; to get the car ready; and to place my mum's luggage in the trunks. I forgotten that she's going to Johor today, and didn't know what time was her flight; so I got ready so swiftly, thinking she's going to be late to the airport thanks to me. If you ask me, I'd say I handle things pretty well, considering I just woke up. (My close friends would know that I'm a cranky person if I'm woken up from my sleep) However, I did almost drove off without my mom in the commotion. Fortunately, I realized that she wasn't in the passenger's seat nor downstairs of the house. I went to her room, and found her sitting on her bed, watching TV.

Anyway, half an hour or so, she was ready to leave the house. On the way to the airport, she saw an ad on the billboard for the "Smiling Fish" sardines. She let out a chuckle and I asked what's so funny. Obviously, I didn't notice the billboard. She said, "Smiling Fish" only instead of reading it in English (smile-ling), she pronounced it "smi-ling fis", just like how your read it in Malay. I laughed, because I know exactly what she was thinking. You see, my brother Z used to pronounce it that way when we're kids.

It didn't take much to bring back old memories. My mum suddenly remember all the word he used to pronounce wrongly. Z used to call our old BMW car "B-M-da-da-u". Ha-ha. He always liked that car. Still does, I assume. That's not all, he also pronounce biawak (lizard) as "bini-awak" (which means, your wife.) I wish I could list down all the words here. But that would be a long list, and I have to refer to my mum. Oh, and he's going to hate me for it.

Z has always been an adorable kid. Adorable chubby kid. And a sweet brother. When we were younger, he was my closest siblings. (Intan was in her rebellious teenage phase) We always play together, and he always back me up. I assume he likes being the big brother, the sense of power to protect his baby sister. I still remember that one day, he refused to go to the kindergarden, because I will not have anyone to play with at home. Isn't it adorable? As a result, I followed my parents to send him to kindergarden everyday.

My mum and I had breakfast at the Asian Delight Cafe in Terminal 2. There we talked about our old memories; the hyperactive tomboy-glamour Intan; the preserved silent geeky N; the chubby cheeky Z; and me, of course, the curly haired shy girl who hid behind Mummy and frown every time anyone wants to get near her. We're a handful bunch of kids, all right. Intan alone is hard to handle.

Gosh, I miss being kids. And I miss my siblings. We may not be tight and keep in touch often, but we care about each other. Or at least I do. I can't wait to go to Kuala Lumpur and have our usual arguments.