As I was wincing in pain on the couch just now, I suddenly saw a snippet from the past. In my head la, of course.
I was, five or six that time? Or maybe seven, or eight. It was a Sunday morning, and I went over to my parents' bedroom to make my presence known AKA waking them up for fun. Now my dad has a funny habit of snoring when dawn breaks (don't know why but he really doesn't snore at night. Only starts when the first ray of the sun illuminates the earth). But no sweat, I knew since I was little, the way to make him stop. So I rubbed gently the tip of his nose with the tip of my index finger, and he stopped, just like he was supposed to. Then my mom was amused, and suggested I put a cockroach inside his mouth instead for an instant reaction.
There, there, images from the past. Golden moments that only resides in memory. Life of simplicity, maybe not as vibrant but blessed, and as little child I was then, I looked up at mom and dad, wondering when they'll give me another present. But as I grew, I began to see things in my perspectives, and often enough that resulted in disagreements between family members.
Life was no longer simple, even now colours have different shades and every shade has now a name on its own. As more things come into perspective, more decisions have to be made which may just result in more disagreement and discontentment. Then as I grew further, I learnt to see things from various perspectives and thus, to understand and tolerate. Yet this new thinking process have let to a more difficult decision making process because I ponder, I think, I weigh, in hope of making the BEST decision.
In a few days' time I'll be leaving this house again. This time although not as far as Singapore, but somehow it feels more distant from home. Maybe that's because this time, I'm going out to work. I'm crossing over to the next phase, stepping into the society as a big girl. I'm no longer that little girl in my house who gets protected from the outside storm simply because she's daddy's baby girl.
Perhaps then, this is why, I feel more reluctant to leave for KL with dad on Sunday. Because once I leave, I will never be pampered ever again.
