So, Adila turns 20 today, so Happy Birthday Adila!
I’m so sad that I won’t be able to make it for Rabi‘s big day next week! I haven’t seen her for so long and miss her so much.
Well, Aniza had an emergency and needed me to get her math book to her. We coordinated it so that I pass it to her while she excuses herself from class for the bathroom. I was on school grounds without having to report to teachers or security, and she came right back to class with her math book without her teacher suspecting a thing! I feel like an undercover agent or something, like that was good, right?
“Why can’t I have a normal life?”
It’s a strange expression to hear. Especially when so many people I see in the world actually lead extraordinary lives and have extraordinary accomplishments. I feel like that perception of a normal life is antiquated.
It’s also a polarising statement. Happiness is not and shouldn’t be, exclusive to “normal” people with “normal” lives. Referring to any particular lifestyle or culture as normal appropriates exclusivity of so-called normal people. We live in a world with many different people, and thus we’re supposed to embrace diversity, and encourage equal opportunity for all. Everyone should have the chance to feel respected, appreciated, and celebrated. Not just the people that you think matter. Not just your squad.
So, it’s raya eve, and every year I have that awful feeling because of how other kids have their dads cooking rendang while my dad does absolutely nothing. Raya has the ability to show me how strongly I feel about my dad. I have to have his name in my name. For the rest of my life. You know, if you don’t have a relationship with your dad, it’s okay. Not everyone’s dad is the same. And I already know who really is there for me, and who really raised me.