it was a heartwarming iftar + birthday celebration at the orphanage, and i couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sadness despite their smiley faces as they salam each and every one of us, a whole trail of them, earnestly saying their goodbyes to us.
but when i stepped into their dormitory to look for my little one who’d wandered off with his newfound friends, i knew they were safe in the comforts of camaraderie, the big ones looking out for the small ones. in fact, we found one of the older boys carrying my prodigal son out while others swarmed around me, calling out his name, telling me where he was, asking about the baby in my arms, not squeamish to touch her face despite it being sloshed with drool.
back home, i put forth to my little one the idea of how blessed his life is.
me: “you know, the abang-abang just now, they have no mummy, no daddy…”
A: “where mummy? where daddy? the mummy die?” (i suppose two recent deaths in our family has pretty much entered his psyche.)
me: “yes, the mummy die, the daddy die… or the mummy don’t want them, so they put them in that house… kesian tak?”
A: “ohh… kesian…”
me: “see, aniq got mummy, got daddy…”
A: “got baby auni, got oma, got mummy…”
me: “ahh, abang-abang got no PSP, you know, no power ranger…”
A: “no ironman, no PSP…”
me: “yaaa, (here’s where i milk it for what it’s worth) abang-abang got no mummy to bathe them, make them milk, read to them books… so if mummy say ‘aniq! mandi!’ you must say ‘ok, mummy’. can or not?? you must sayang mummy you know!”
A: “mummy tak die?”
me: “err, no lah.”
A: hehahehe! *hugs me but almost crushes me to death me while doing so*
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