Unforgettable February
It’s still rainy when February comes, but not too heavy. Sometimes it’s
only drizzle. I love to see and hear the raindrops fallen down. It makes me
feel comfort.
February… February… February! The
month when the first time I inhaled and exhaled the free air, saw people’s face, heard
sounds, listened voices, felt the smoothness and the roughness – the warm and
the coziness hugs and kisses, and tasted the appetizing breast-milk.
When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother what would I be
Would
I be pretty? Would I be rich? Here’s what she said to me
Que
sera sera, whatever will be will be
The
future is not ours to see
Que
sera sera, what will be will be …
My family never holds any party to celebrate birthday. Birthday is not truly matter. It’s not extraordinary day. Nothing’s really special but prayers we got on that day. When we get our birthday, means we are getting older and more mature we should be.
It’s all started when I was in
middle school, then it continued to high school, university and up till now – at
work. When the February comes, then I would usually receive many gifts, cards
and chocolates from some classmates, closer friends and boys.
February, first time I
felt in love with someone and had a date. If I could marry in February, too….ough…it’s
only a dream! Wow!!! How could I forget February? How blessed I feel in this
month! No!!!! I am blessed every single day. That’s what I should be more grateful
to Allah and thankful to people and surroundings.
These pictures were evidence of happiness
that I got in February:
