I grew up for a while in Labuan
when I was little. My father was a navy so we moved a lot. I went to kindergarten
there for a year and at that time there were only 4 of us siblings and I was
especially close with my older brother. We were basically bestie and go
everywhere together. Well mostly because I forced him to bring me or else I
will cry nonstop. In our neighbourhood, there were this pair of siblings like
us who came from Sarawak. I remember the brother’s name but not the sister’s
and his name is Fabian. I recalled that we don’t get along well but since we
were all among the same age and live together in the same neighbourhood, we played
together sometimes. My brother and I had another best friends who was our
neighbour and they were called Along (sister) and Angah (brother). We get along
very well and the mother always gave me food. But that’s not important.
Like I mentioned, that pair of
siblings from Sarawak (from what my memory serves me) was a bit arrogant and
proud. Maybe it had to do with something about seniority of who had lived
longer in the neighbourhood. I don’t know. Maybe or maybe not. They have many
friends. Every evening we would play together at the playground nearby, but on
this fateful day, I don’t know what happened, Fabian and us got in a fight for
I don’t know what reason. The sister also joined the fight, and I, being the
good little sister that I am, saw a glass bottle nearby and quickly reached for
it and threw it to the sister’s head. After that, my brother and I ran as fast
as we could for we feared for our lives. I thought I heard the little sister
crying. *chuckle* eat that Itch-Bay!
And since that incident, we never
go the playground again and we were practically a loner for a while until we
found our new circle of friend again. Kids being kids huh.
Almost christmas
~taya~xoxo
