Assalamualaikum.
Hey kids.
A few days back, I drove my sister to our hometown.
To your grandparents new house to be exact.
It was just a spur-of-the-moment decision though.
So yeah, I checked out the house.
See the new tiles they put on the balcony area.
Took a sight at the chilly farm.
And, spent the rest of the day inside the house.
40% of the time sleeping. (Driving is insanely tiring)
Had a spontaneous conversation with your grandpa.
That short conversation made me realize that I am still a young and almost immature boy.
Here is how it went (not literally)
Gramps :"You are not working anymore, huh? Maybe you could stay here and help us with the land".
Me: "Ugghh, but you don't have internet here. The mobile broadband? It is sickly slow." *making up excuses
Gramps :"Haha, you are not gonna be able to use the internet back in Penang anymore next month"
Me: "Huh? What are you talking about?"
Gramps : "Yeah, this month is gonna be the last I pay for it. I am gonna terminate it soon, 'cause you're gonna have to move here with us early next month, your sister is gonna move into a rental house"
Me: "Are you serious? But.." *trying to make a comeback
My Mind : "Stop! Seriously you have to stop here!" .
And so I did stop, trusting my thoughts.
From that conversation, I knew, I still have some rebellious intent.
And I thought I was way over that period of life.
Yet, I myself proved I can still be such a rebel.
Kids, you know, when you reach that age,
that age when people call you a teenager,
yeah, you are gonna be rebellious.
By any terms, you will be rebellious.
I wrote this right now, so that one day,
when I tell you in person, that I know what you are going through,
you know that I really know what you are going through.
Because I am writing this as a teenager myself.
Not as some sort of parents.
I'm not married yet, I don't even have a girlfriend yet in fact.
But I already am thinking about you guys.
Thank you for reading kids :)
Assalamualaikum.
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