Spices of Life

Priceless childhood moments. Aren’t they cute? Hehehehe…

I was born in Kuala Kangsar in 1980 and grew up there. I thought I was the only child to my ‘mom’, I called ‘Mak’. When I started tadika, I just know how to spell my nick name, not my full name becoz my full name is too long for me to remember. When teacher called my full name, I get confused. One day, I brought home a form to be sign by parents/ guardian. ‘Mak’ dunno how to sign, she’s too old to read. Then my aunty, Maksue signed it.
    "Kenapa Maksue tulis penjaga? Bukan ibubapa ?" I’m puzzled.
    "Sebab Maksu ngan Mak bukan ibubapa Anis la, pasal tu letak penjaga."
I never understand what actually that means. As long as I remember, there were Mak Yang and Pakcik who always visit me during holidays. One day, I had a really bad fever. Mak Yang and Pakcik came and ask me what I want.
    "Nak beskal BMX !" And they bought me one immediately. Too happy to have my own BMX bike, I recovered from my fever. I like Mak Yang and Pakcik, they were nice to me.
I really enjoy kampung life. With my friends along, I’ll do usual thing kampung boys do. Climbing trees, lastik burung, curi buah, main tali air, tangkap ikan and everything. 1988, when I was in standard 2, Mak Yang and Pakcik came to me, this time with one boy and one liltle girl.
   "Ini abang anis, abang Yasmi, ni adik anis, Ida.."
   "Ni Mak anis, ni ayah anis.. bukan Mak Yang ngan Pakcik lagi tau. Yang ni Opah…"
Huh? I have a brother and a sister? And the one that take care of me all this time is actually my ‘Opah’. Mak Yang is my real Mom and Pakcik is my real Dad. I have Dad! I have Dad! The next day, I told all my friends that I have a Dad.