tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11744686.post-29888864334064605392008-07-11T11:52:00.001+08:002008-07-11T12:49:39.447+08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-5DKm39i1Bk/SHbhQa80CUI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Sz8pM1cHiag/s1600-h/DSCN0691.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221608490211215682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-5DKm39i1Bk/SHbhQa80CUI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Sz8pM1cHiag/s320/DSCN0691.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>This morning while preparing the breakfast, my little son IdrisZ handed me a few rolled RM. I heard he mumbled something. No he didn't mumble. He said it loud enough but I didn't wear my hearing aid device so obviously, to me he just mumbled... Poor him when I put my ear close enough to his lips and asked him: <em>Adik cakap apa?</em> (What did you say, Adik?)</div><br /><div></div><div>He went to my room and got me the hearing aid device. He said:<em> Pakai ni</em> (Put this on.) And after seeing me putting it on, he said: <em>Ni duit untuk Mummy. Ari tu Mummy dah guna duit banyak untuk gi hospital. Mummy dah takde duit kan...</em> (This is for you. That day you had used up a lot of your saving for the hospital bill. Now you don't have anymore money, right?). He looked at me with his wide eyes waiting for my answer.</div><br /><div></div><div>I asked him where did he get the money. He retorted that he had saved up the lunch money given to him. I choked and looked at him. I counted the money, not much but it's his thought that made me feel like crying. He shouldn't save up his lunch money. He told me for every Ringgit, he saved up 50 sen a day. He just said: <em>Takpe, Simpanlah</em>. (It's okay, you keep the money). I will. In case he needs it back. I think he will. Like he used to do. Hehehehe...</div><div> </div><div></div><div>I hugged him and tried to peck on his cheek. Right away he pushed me and said: Wooooo...<em>Mummy belum mandi mana boleh cium-cium..</em> (I haven't had my shower so I cannot kiss him!) After that he ran away to the living room. Maintain <em>wangi tu</em>, Adik! I shouted at him. Hahahaha... Obviously he tried not to get smelly as he was fully clad in his Baju Melayu... and nicely smelled too with the remaining shower gel frangrant still lingered on him... Sometimes, I do feel like he still has the 'baby-like-smell' you know... that fresh baby's smell...Hahahaha</div><div></div><br /><div>This incident took me to remember something he asked a few days ago. He asked MH how much I had spent for the PET Scan. And MH told him the hospital bill indicated RM500. Adik Looked at the bill and said: <em>RM500? Banyaknyeeee</em>.... (This is a lot). And MH quipped: <em>Ha! Tau pun banyak...Adik janganlah minta itu ini dengan Mummy lagi...Mummy dah takde duit tu.</em> (You know it's a lot so don't ask for anything from Mummy anymore, she doesn't have anymore money already). </div><br /><div></div><div>I just looked at his bewildered face. Then he looked at me and said: <em>Takpe, nanti Adik simpan duit sikit-sikit bagi kat Mummy ye. Dah kumpul, adalah banyak balik duit tu.</em> (It's okay, Mummy. I'll save up little by little. Sooner we'll get more money). </div><div></div><div>You tell me folks, how can I not cry with this little cutey way of thinking? Okay, okay, being the Drama Queen I'll definitely choke and weep.... Hehehehe but truly, his thoughts are a gem to my heart! I pray so hard, his caring attitude and generosity will go on forever. I'm grateful to have experienced this moment. <em>Syukur, alhamdulillah.</em> It is indeed a blessed Friday Morning.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Kids do say the darnest thing, don't they?</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Raden Galohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13504930116365592366noreply@blogger.com18