P/S to madam Rosnieda Omar this is our story i'm so sorry if our language broken..
hahahaha..so i hope u will enjoy to our story
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우리의 어린 시절 동안 달콤한 추억
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During my childhood i lived with my most loving grandparents. I grown up in the village. My grandma was the most loving person in the world. She is never get mad on me. Once upon a time i have always seen my grandma doing her work such as crops the vegetables and knitted. On that great time i just sleep,eat and playing.
My grandad whose always sent me to nursery school. At school i have a lot of friend but i most love to play with boys than girls. One day,i have play in front of my house,suddently a goose run after me. I’m so scared i run and on the same time i cried. Until my love grandma came and persuade me with the full of love from the bottom of her heart. I adore her so much.
When my parents go back to the village they always bought a lot of toys for me. I was so happy because having a new toys. I also have a close relation with my dad. One day on ramadhan,the time when all people so busy with the preparation for hari raya eve,my dad ask me “don’t u like to use a baju melayu on this hari raya?” and i answered him that i would really like to wear baju melayu on hari raya. Even my mom disagree with this impossible idea that have made by my dad. Coinciding, on that time i have a short hair.
On hari raya i’ve totally used the baju melayu on the first day on hari raya eve. Mom just be patient with what that my dad have done. Early in the morning i have follow my dad go to the mosque then one of my uncle asked my dad “whose is this cute boy? Is he your son?but i thought u just have one boy right” my dad laugh and say “this is ain,my daughter. She is not a boy but i wore her this baju melayu just want to make something different” my uncle was shocked and said “i must called him awang start from now” and they laughting together. Start from that day my uncle will called me awang when he have meet me somewhere.
All of this was my unforgettable memory during my childhood. And this will not disappeared from my head until the and of my life and my last breath
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