I still miss home.
My home in Sarawak is the sweetest place I can be.
Seeing, eating and talking to my family is the best thing I can do.Last week, I'm thankful I can visit my family for the first time after Christmas. Usually, I will go back to my hometown twice a year, every June and December but this year, I planned to go back more frequently because I just missed my family especially my parent. As I growing old, they growing older too. I feel like I miss a lot of life moment with my family.But, I can't blame anyone for this, it's my choice at the first place.This is how I choose to live and this is the consequences.Enough for that, let's see this situation from the bright side.
Seeing this niece is always the best.
My mum nyemelut tejalak
Ngojat milo laki manai ji
This happen when you're the youngest in the family.
Our home
My mum anye is always the best
Early morning in my hometown
And, the highlight of this trip was this little bundle of joy.He is talkative now and I'm so thankful can
He crying because my sister ask him to take off his favorite football shirt.This little man is something. I missed to "mandi sungai".
Rainy day is the best in my kampung.
What's your opinion?
Please share your thoughts.