Found this old photo while browsing through the album.
Papa, 18 years ago you left us.
At times, I have a vision of you playing games with us when we younger.
Your yelling at the referee or funny goal celebration during the 90s Malaysian Cup still vivid in my mind.
I remembered when u trained me to ride my bicycle on two wheels. I stumbled a few times but you were there to guide me. I understand,
Allah loves you more.
Mama, you brought us up all these years. I can never understand a Lady's willpower to bring up 3 kids alone. Till now.
3 years ago, the decision to ask you to quit your job was a turnaround for all of us.
We cant bear seeing you in and out of the hospital.
And The look on your face after i broke my collarbone, still stucked in my head. No worries. I'm still alive.
At times I may be doing crazy things. I may be piss off sometimes with the pressure Im facing. Mama constant nagging is like oxygen to me. Bringing up our family is a learning experience.
Rest assure you two, as long as I am still alive, i will never forget my responsibilities to look after our family. I believe in Allah's guidance.
I just need patience. I need support. I need understanding.
When the brothers are done with their National Service, Insya'allah. It will be easier for all of us.
Amin.
With Love,
A B Mustikin :)
