I picked the wrap jubah (with pink miniature flower details) she wears in this picture. I also fixed the shawl for her because she insisted to wear one like me. The thing about having a baby sister is that sometimes you get reaaaally annoyed when she disturbs your me-time. Especially when she disturbs your me-time.
But it times like this- when I am alone, listening to jazz song, mindlessly lying on the bed- that I miss her the most. I like that she listens to my jibber-jabber. I like that she hugs me when I want to be hugged. I like that she also reminds me how grown up I am. Because truth is, deep down, I am so much bothered about it. Growing up. She makes it comforting; sometimes, simple words she says gives me so much motivation and happiness. Because I know she is always genuinely truthful. And she loves and adores me just like I her.
"Ayong, adik nak baca buku. Pergi la belajar. Bye"
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"K"
Yeah.
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