It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours of being at my Dad’s place and I had learned quite a bit more about myself. One thing for sure, I noticed that I feel like a little girl again when I am at my parents’ place. Not sure what it is, but being close to my Dad makes me feel like I have a ‘back-up’. I am a parented parent, so to speak.
.
And when I ran into the house upon seeing a tetamu (visitor) pulling in to Dad’s front yard, I puzzled myself! Why did I do that? I am usually a very confident, independent and downright outspoken grown-up woman. But I automatically went back to my old habit of hiding from my parents’ visitors. My sisters and I used to do that a lot. Today, just like those good ole days, I did not come out until Dad’s guest left.
.
And somehow, that… whatever that was,
made me feel young again.
.
I miss my Mom.
.
.
.
Questa è Enida 
I like that, parented parent. I too whenever I am at my parents’ place would run and hide in the kitchen bila orang datang…ala2 macam anak dara gitu hahahaha, huish perasan!