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Saturday, July 26, 2008
When I was five, I remembered the mornings spent reading by the front door, afternoons where the wind from the whirring fan blew wisps of hair into my face as I napped, my grandmother spoon-feeding me my dinner as I sat glued to the TV screen,When I was seven, I remembered when the cane hit my slender legs as I refused to have my bathe, the bland taste of the porridge we used to have, the fights I had with my cousins, when I would throw my toys all around and they would hit the floor with a dull thud, just like how the mangoes will fall from the tree below my block, When I was nine, I remembered sneaking a peek into my cousin's precious chest, whereby I took hold of a stick that looked like glue, and drew with the tube and it's sticky contents onto a piece of paper, and getting scolded by my cousin when it was actually lip gloss, When I was 11, I remembered the days when my friend and I shared a bond so deeply forged that we almost had telepathy, when I would sit by the table that was beside a window, and look out to the carpark downstairs and dream of becoming famous, or doodle the name of my crush and daydream of us being together.. When I was 13, I remembered as my sweat dripped off onto one of those grey vandalised tables in school, after a vigorous basketball match under the hot sun, of tears rolling down my cheek when hurt pierced through my heart as I hid in the stuffy toilet cubicle, When I was 14, I remembered roasting slices of meat and food in my friend's house on valentine's, celebrating our single status and laughing at our silly attached seniors. When I turn 17, I want to start all over again. I want to be myself again. When I am 20, I want to be happy. I want to be confident. I want to be proud of who I have turned out to be. When I turn 30, I want to be married. I want to have 2 children by then, who would cry for me in the middle of the night, after having dreamt of being chased by huge, hairy, gorillas. When I am 50, I want to travel the world with my friends and help people who need us around the world. I want to see my daughter walk into the church on the arm of her father, and my son to wait at the altar, with a nervous smile on his face, as they move a step forward towards another life without me. When I become 80, I want to cuddle my grandchildren, and feel their warmth in my wrinkled flaps of skin, and protect them and love them, just like my grandmother did, not so long ago.. |
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