Me Malaysian in Mesir: Chapter 80

Don’t get too attached to things...

That phrase doesn't count, when it comes to family.

Oh, the agony of being abroad! I'm glad I haven't slept yet; it's past midnight here. I've received SMSes from my sister back home, she inform me of an important news; She's going to boarding school today.

My last sister, the small little girl, is now all grown up and will be heading to KL.

Man, I'm sorry I missed that! I wish I was there. So many worries and questions came popping up my mind here:

Could she adapt?

Will she get enough to eat?

Did she bring enough books with her? Wait...I forgot, it's just highschool, not university yet...

Would she gets a boyfriend? (I'm gonna fry whoever lads that even says "Hi" to her!!!)

Would she be walking right?


Would she slept well?


Would she introduce her beautiful new friends to me?!

Well, the last doesn't count, funny, why am I writing that? Must had unconsciously typed that, my bad.

I still had her pictures wearing prefect attire, she already look grown up in that, I wonder just how much more will she grown?

Funny, if felt like yesterday (okay, this words are so cheesy) when she was still a toothless toddler, smiling at us when we were having a holiday in Mukah.

Sis, I'm truly sorry to not be there. I do wish all the best to you. Do behave, study well, don't forgot the Quran, and ignore all those lads around you.

Huhu, the little girl had all grown up. Well, all my siblings had grown up.

I felt so attached to the past, sometimes it's a surprise to see them now.

“Don’t get too attached to things, you got to learn to let go.”

I guess there a truth in that words.