I remember getting a postcard from my dad when I was four. He talked about how he's doing, about the weather in Dubai, about how I should not place my piece of art on the walls. He asked me to eat more, so I can go to school with my big brother. He told me to behave as my mum had so many things to be done (besides watching me 24/7). He promised he will buy toys when he got home. And he always did.
I remember when I was a kid, I got teased a lot by my big brother. Well, who doesn't ? He broke most of my toys. He took my candy. He made me cry for hours. He gotta do what a big brother gotta do. Then, both my dad and I had this secret handshake where I ought to get help whenever I need it. Well it seems convenient at the beginning, but as I got my little siblings it became a huge problem of mine. I never got the chance to tease them without having to face my dad HAHAHAHAHA I hate those little brats.
I remember playing hide and seek with him. With a little help from my mum of course. She would put me in the washing machine, and I'll stay there quietly. There was also an old refrigerator where I used to hide. Sometimes, she even hide both my big brother and I into the same place. Can you imagine 2 kids having to squeeze in ? So don't ask me why I never actually enjoy playing hide and seek with my friends. Apparently, it was a whole lot a better game with my family.
I remember when I was in kindergarden I had this diary which I wrote everything on it. It started off plain, but as time passes by I came to write about this guy in my class. And I kept it safe for years, or so I thought. But my dad happened to find it and made a hell lot of copies. He made fun of my 'maturity' (which is ok I laughed my ass off too LOL). But one thing is, my dad is a well-planned type of man. Once, I woke up and realized the house is full with the copies of my diary. There's about ten copies in the living room, a few in kitchen and one in toilet. Not to mention, how he blackmailed me to do the house chores HAHAHAHAHAHA it was totally embarrassing I feel like commiting suicide already.
This may be one boring post for everyone, but as I'm writing my childhood memories came like a flood to me. And I would like to keep this forever.
