Questa è Enida

The word lebar in my earlier post later in the night reminded me of a person whom I kinda crossed paths with long time ago. Her name was Lebar. That’s what she was almost solely known as anyway. The name on her birth certificate was something like Suhaini or something. Physically, she was perfectly the opposite of the definition of lebar. As a matter of width, she was probably one of the skinniest girls ever dove into the lombong in my Grandma’s kampung. Ever.

I never had the chance to speak to her during those years when I could. Neither did I look for the chance. She was just my Grandma’s neighbor’s daughter. The fact that she never said boo to anyone didn’t draw me to get to know her either. I did smile and wave at her once, if that gesture ever counted for anything at all.

One thing I remember clearly is that she was the eldest child of many siblings (so many that they were uncountable) and there was always a baby brother or sister nestling on her slim waist. She basically mothered her siblings!

The last story ever told about Lebar was…she did mother a sibling. Or whatever you call a child whose father is the mother’s father. But Lebar was just a child herself.

Hint of the post: Snakehead Fish at its best.