05/12/2025
I woke up early yesterday morning to the sound of heavy rain slamming against the roof. As if that wasn’t enough, the neighbourhood roosters were awake and screaming their lungs out to wake the people in the hood. Rain or shine, those feathered creatures take their alarm clock duties very seriously. Their crows painfully piercing through my ears that forced me to open my eyes whether I liked it or not.
Surprisingly, I didn’t feel tired at all. I felt fresh and well-rested.
Then I realised it was time for my eldest niece, Jo, to wake up to get ready to work. Feeling slightly responsible, I gently called her name to wake up.
Meanwhile, my other niece, Jules, was wide awake. Jet lag is hitting her hard these few days. She couldn’t sleep the whole night.
I asked them if their mommy had any breakfast plans—and if not, maybe we could surprise the family with breakfast. While we were discussing, their mommy called Jo to wake her and Ms Jo took the liberty to inform her mommy that I was hungry and what she's planning to make for breakfast!
A few minutes later, my sister-in-law
came upstairs with a cup of tea, some fried nuggets, and a freshly steamed chicken pao. I was honestly flabbergasted. Breakfast in bed! At 06 30am! And Nuggets for breakfast! Never! Am not used to it.
But I couldn't decline it either. Don't get me wrong, I love the idea of someone bringing me breakfast yo my bed but not at 6.30 am
I handed the nuggets to Jules
And I sipped my tea joyfully.
And to ensure that all her efforts didn't go in vain, I accepted the soft and fluffy bbq chicken pao. .I actually bought it a day before from the frozen section of the supermarket just to try it. And it was delicious. Few minutes later, my SIL came up with a plate of freshly fried cucur ikan bilis (anchovies fritters) because apparently one breakfast wasn't enough. Or I might looked like I was starving in her eyes. I took a small bite for her sake, but it was so hot and so early that my taste buds were still asleep that I had no idea what flavour I was tasting. I asked Jules to bring it downstairs.
This is what happens when we come back home from overseas, we get pampered like VIP guests. I don’t even need to get up for anything. Everything comes to me.
And my brothers : I don't have time to write on how they spoil me with my favorite food. Sometimes I don't know what to eat cause there are too many choices.
