“Eyie loves to cry! She cries a lot! Crying is one of her hobby!” *LAUGHS My sister used to tease me about that whenever my family gathered. She said that, I always love gowns that my grandma bought me. And whenever I wore a gown, I would twirl round and round, imagining that I am one of the heroine in Hindi’s movie *Geeeee!!! That was the real embarrassment. But that would be pretty as well ;p
But, I can’t remember anything about that.
Why I can’t remember much? I can’t recall the exact number of road accidents that I involved in. Maybe one of those accidents causes me my memories. Gosh! I got holes in me. I am incomplete!!! Heheh. Lucky me I have my sisters who loves to “retold” the story of my childhood especially the embarrassing one. At least I get to know about it. Arigato Na!
Among all the memories, I vividly remember this one. I don’t know why I still remember this one. Sometimes, I dreamed about this. Maybe this one is important to me.
I remember that I love rain. I remember I sat at the porch in the evening, waiting for the rain. Back then, I wore my boot and held my cute little umbrella. Then, I would paced along the corridor, singing the song that I can’t comprehend. I love the emotions during this time. So pure, innocent, and don’t care much about the world. Just Eyie, umbrella and rain.
And now, I still love rainy day but I don’t wait for it to come. When I tripped among the stairs just now, I really wish I was a little girl. My palms bleed, my knees hurt, and I wish I am a little who will cry out loud! Waaaa, it hurts. But I have to hold my tears and pretend to be strong because I am toooo biggg to say “Maaa, sakit!! Lutut ore daroh!!”
