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Mail from far away

I love snail mail, especially when they’re packages sent by a dear friend. Last week, I had a pleasant surprise when I received an email to collect a package from the reception desk. I went down and found a package the size of a loaf of bread, waiting for me.

Inside the package I found a lovingly wrapped teacup, a handful of chocolates and photographs; a lot of photographs of my friend and her family. It was lovely!

I’ve missed my dear friend ever since she went back to the States. Starbucks was our thing. Now, I can’t go to a Starbucks without thinking about her. I’ve watched her kids grow up via her blog and experience every heartache and joy with her. More than once a month I wish that Ohio was only a short train ride away, just so that I can come over and visit her and her family and vice versa.

Now that I’m a lot freer, I foresee a return package and some postcards coming her way.

Adult Familial Relationships

My sisters and I don’t have a close relationship with my paternal side of the family due to the fact that we live in Singapore and we rarely get to meet all of them since they live all over the Malaysian Peninsula and for a time, even West Malaysia. On the rare occasions that we meet them during festivities, it’s always been awkward and it takes time for us to warm up to each other. It doesn’t help that my sisters and I are not super comfortable with speaking in Malay and my cousins speak predominantly in Malay.

In reason years, as we’ve entered adulthood, I find it easier to talk to them. Maybe it’s just all of us maturing or just that we realised how important it is to keep the family ties, we no longer have the awkward first few moments. We just carry on like we’ve not seen each in other for at least half a decade. It’s an interesting revelation.

I’ve only started adding my paternal cousins on Facebook, the easiest way to connect with them. I’m actually looking forward to having more interaction them with them more often than just during the family reunions every few years.

Much thanks to be given

This holy month of Ramadan has brought many things that I should be thankful for.

I’m most thankful that school is done. No more classes. No more projects. I don’t have to go to school anymore unless I decide to some time in the far future.

I’m thankful for the good health of my family. My grandmother may still be bed bound but she’s as healthy as she can be in that state. She may not be able to speak to us but the smile in her eyes never fails to cheer us up. This year is my mom’s 5th year post mastectomy and I’m very, very thankful that she’s strong and healthy.

I’m thankful for our wonderful Bibik who not only takes care of my grandmother when we’re at work, but also takes care of us. Because of her, there’s always good food at home, we can forget our keys once in a while and our clothes get cleaned and ironed.

I’m thankful for my good health, my job and Dude.