Last night, I had a dream about our childhood.
By our, I mean, me, my elder sister, and my younger brother.
As I write this, my heart feels warm and touched at the same time.
On that dream, the three of us was strolling around the mall.
We visit the store, and jump into another store.
We was enjoying our time together.
In my dream, I think we were younger.
My sister look for something for her, while me and my brother was wait for her.
I keep an eye for my brother. I'm taking care of him.
I remember I hold someone, but it doesn't feel like my brother.
Oh, how I missed when he was just a little.
Can you imagine being my parents? I bet they missed his childhood, their parenting era, rather than me. Of course.
After my sister found what she needs at the store, the three of us went to another store just for window shopping. My brother also want to look for what he likes, I accompany him.
Getting older, makes me realize, how precious all those memory.
and I'm very grateful to have those kind of memories.
I still remember the day when I and my sister strolling around riding the motorbike, visit the clothes store, looking for cheap t-shirt.
I also remember the day when I and my brother made some treasure hunt game. Hiding the clue in the laundry basket.
I remember when my sister mad at me because she thinks my mum play favorites.
I also remember when I fought with my brother, I even hurt his toenails.
That time, I don't have the awareness that time is flies that fast.
That time, I never imagine that one day, we'll have our own life. I knew it'll happened, but I don't realize that it'll happened that soon.
So, I'm praying that, we all have time. The time that we'll fill with healthiness, happiness, and laughter.
And if can ask a little bit more, I hope we all have the realization, that our time is limited, so we have the mutual feeling, and cherish every moment mutually.