The Spicher

One day, Shena came home with tears. She said, her teacher yelled at whatever she asked, also made a slap at her cheek sometimes 😨 At home, Shena asked me everything and I replied well. She thought it would be the same at school. No, of course, her teacher was so ‘old-way’ 😂

Jemi and I had made a silent committment, based on our own educational past, that we wouldn’t interfere too far. I was about to get angry, but I also wanted her to face the real world. So…

Octo-26: Who’s Strange?

In the public car, there are people, usually old or middle-aged women, who by coincidence looked at Moldy, from head to toe. I looked at her back to give a smile of acquaintance or just a glance, to ensure if I had a chance to start a counseling chat. Hehehe, it’s been adhered on my mind, I have to make someone know about deaf, although just one ☺

An alive butterfly brooch

Octo-25: For Shena

Did I yell at you too much?
Did I miss some occasion to spend only with you?
Did I ask too much for your understanding?

Octo-24: For Moldy

Did I forbade you too much?
Did I possess that bunch of impatience to understand you?
Did I ask you something out of your reach?

Octo-23: Sale Fasting

I know good brand for shoes and bags, but I’m not into it.

I know some good books, even at any lowest price you never guess, but I don’t belong to that chance anymore 😭 I’m not sure

Octo-22: Broke

I’m broke but I’m happy
I’m poor but I’m kind
I’m short but I’m healthy, yeah
I’m high but I’m grounded
I’m sane but I’m overwhelmed
I’m lost but I’m hopeful baby

Octo-21: Our Lethally Life

After silaturahim, months ago.
“Bubun, I’m so afraid,” Shena said mournfully.

“Why is that, my dear?”
Actually I was afraid too, with my own questions. Sometimes, kids are so dazzling and surprising about their ideas. Out of anything I’ve ever thought.