Friday, December 21, 2007
This post is for my Yeyeh.
["Yeyeh" is what my friends call our Bibiks. One of our previous Bibiks was called Yeyeh (seriously. It's written in her passport), so everyone after her was called Yeyeh also.]
How do I live without my current Yeyeh, Kak Yah. She takes care of everything - makes my bed, arranges my toiletries, irons my pants, makes sure I tapaw my bihun goreng for work. (So now you know that I don't lift a single finger in this house. I happen to like it.)
She's very open about her affection. She has so much love to give. She's bubbly and talkative. Always positive and humble. She says "Kakak kangen sama Anis" when she comes back from Indon and hugs me when we share good news. She makes loud comments about villains on tv even when she's watching it alone ("Eih! Jelek aku!" and "Paddan muka kow"). She smiles to me in the morning. She's expecting her daughter's first baby in February, Insya Allah, but she says she can't wait to take care of mine.
Very wise and super-strong at 50. I have to get her help whenever there's some excessive lifting or climbing to do.
Kak Yah - A great Yeyeh indeed.
Friday, December 21, 2007