Part of my mind is still in Miri where my children and I had spent our Hari Raya recently . For my children , Hari Raya must be celebrated in the kampong . A time for them to meet their cousins , aunties , uncles and of course my parents . A time for bonding too with all .
A time to create memories for them . Wherever they may be , my father's house in the kampong is there awaiting them .
Oh sure they had lots of fun ...especially when once upon a time these were in abundance and cheap . Hari Raya is not complete without playing with the " bunga api " .
How I would be edgy and on alert each time they played with these . Tendency for them to get overboard and started to play " rough " with these was there if not supervised .Hey , Hari Raya is a joyous occasion ...its not the time for one to be spending in the hospital bed .
As they grew up ,these were slowly being put aside . I'm sure their times of playing with these lingers in their minds .
It did for me . That memory of me playing with the " bunga api " like the above is still etched in my mind . Of running with a sparkler in my hand , of just watching it spurting out bright sparks in the dark night added so much happiness to a little girl .
Thanks Bapak ....for being there to create memories .
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