tears
Today is Eid. It is the end of Ramadhan.
I miss my family. I want to celebrate this day with them. I want to greet my father, kiss my mother, my brothers Adli and Daniel, my aunts Ita and Lela, my grandma and Iman, the baby.
I spoke to them last night on the phone and just bawled my eyes out. I was waiting for the bus with Tadgh and decided to call them and when my grandma's voice came to the phone I just broke down at the side of the road. (Thankfully it was a quiet street; it was also an industrial area so there was no one about, but at that time I really didn't give a toss.) One by one my family members came to the phone and wished me well and I felt like I was going to burst. Even Iman, now 4 years old, gave a big "GWAH!!" to me on the phone. *smile* I felt so loved and, at the same time how undeserving I am of their love and trust.
At this time, at this moment, I wish I was back in Brunei.
;_;
I miss my family. I want to celebrate this day with them. I want to greet my father, kiss my mother, my brothers Adli and Daniel, my aunts Ita and Lela, my grandma and Iman, the baby.
I spoke to them last night on the phone and just bawled my eyes out. I was waiting for the bus with Tadgh and decided to call them and when my grandma's voice came to the phone I just broke down at the side of the road. (Thankfully it was a quiet street; it was also an industrial area so there was no one about, but at that time I really didn't give a toss.) One by one my family members came to the phone and wished me well and I felt like I was going to burst. Even Iman, now 4 years old, gave a big "GWAH!!" to me on the phone. *smile* I felt so loved and, at the same time how undeserving I am of their love and trust.
At this time, at this moment, I wish I was back in Brunei.
;_;