The forehead of my 6-year-old niece creased, her tiny fingers pressing on her chest repeatedly as if trying to massage away the pain she was feeling. Upon seeing this, my aunt asked her what was wrong, to which she replied, "Rasa sakit kat dada ni," continuing to massage her chest.
Worried, she prodded further, "Sakit macam mana? Kena apa?"
"Sakit la, Chacha rasa rindu sangat kat Atiqka dengan Ibu Sham ni." Her name is Ariessa by the way and we all call her Chacha.
Awwwwww. I know, right?
My aunt called to tell us that moving story last week. I felt like driving straight to Kulim to see her! Luckily, this week, my uncle has something to do with work in KL so the little girl is coming for a visit, albeit a very short one and I'm so excited to see her. She'll be surprise once she sees that my car is not pink like I told her. Sorry. But this car'll take you anywhere you want, just name it.
She's arriving tonight and I've gotta go settle some issues first after work (about a project I'm very excited to tell about but I don't want to jinx it) and hopefully by the time I'm home, she's there already.
