all for you, oh my brotha.
okay. so, I have 5 siblings, and the youngest is at kindergaten or, around 5-6 years old. he’s cute. still cute. even if he tends to kicking me in the back, or punching me when I’m too close to his personal space. the best moment that I have this far is him sleeping at me in our way back home in the car. just so you know we aren’t that close before and he likes to avoiding me, or shouting at me since I tend to teased him awlays, So, I think since I spent a month at granny home at bandung he became much closer. and clingier.
anyway, my friend.
It’s kinda cloudy this afternoon, and if usually yaya play with his friends now he cannot. He kept bugging me, asking me to play games on my phone. or kept talking to me and demanding me to answer him. One glance at my desk, I found something.
It’s a sticky note.
I could teach him to write (I teached him alphabet too. since ma is too slow on giving progress now srsly.) but instead of writing and then get boring, I decide to ask him to write on the notes.
“hey lil’ boy, could you write my name?”
“yes please,” he said
“it’s m-b-a-k. write the M, like this” I wrote the words on book and he followed. and then he take the notes, and put it everywhere I order to. we kept doing that until my laptop became like this
I didn’t know how a 6 year old writing should be but his writing absolutely-and I mean I am, really really- dissapointed me. lmao.
not like I’m gonna be mad at him. no
just,
we would keep playing. and sticking notes to everywhere in the house.
for the sake of his writing!
SANTRI PUNYA CERITA 