Home, Finally

I got home today.

I went to change into my t-shirt and shorts.

I dashed into my sister's room,
making a so- called grand entrance,
with the superman pose and a proud face.

"I'm baaaaaccckkk!!!"

Jazmeen, my sister, groaned with dread,
"Gawd, no! ... I mean, oh hello!"

No, she didn't even bother to paste on a plastic smile for me.
Heartbroken.

I looked hurt,
"What did you say? Why?!"

She sighed,
"It has been peaceful for awhile.
Everybody does their own work and we're pretty quiet.
And then YOU just had to come back."

"What's wrong if I come back? It'll still be peaceful..."

"No! When you come back, the house will be a mess.
And THIS happens!"


*** She was refering 'THIS' to my squealings of joy over little things and my tendency to roll over cushions and beds.
... I think.



Then my brother, Asyraf was screaming as he went up the stairs and got into my mom's room.

Indeed, he screamed because his arms and body were tied up with his belt.

My mom flipped.

"Who did this?!"

"Ayah."

"What was he thinking?! This is dangerous!
Jazreen, take it off!"

I tried. But it's too tight
Jazmeen tried. But it's still too tight.
My mom tried. She failed too.

Jazmeen just had to voice out something that made my mom flipped even more.



"I guess Asyraf will have to live like this for the reeeesssstttt of his life..."

"Where's your ayah? Call your ayah!!!"

"Erm... He's not around."

"This is his fault!"

When we eventually got to untie my brother,
Jazmeen and I went out of my mom's room.

Jazmeen just breathed in the air and said,

"Ah, so this is the 'normal' life..."