Roslinda’s Reminiscence

Okay to describe him with only one word is near impossible because there isn’t in the English vocabulary a word that can capture his impishness, his mannerisms, his cunning intellect, his quirks, his beautiful smile….the joy he brings. I conceived him at a very difficult period of my life and I know that he is Allah’s way of telling me that despite all the struggles I am facing, I am still capable of having beauty in my life.

He is my very own kook and I love him very much.

I went through a lot with my princess : from the time she was born till now. Her health, her scholastic development and so on and so forth. But my princess makes all my struggles worth it because she is genuinely a beautiful soul.  She is a generous and caring soul, vibrant personality and she has an immense capacity for love.  She likes hiphop and sometimes talk like she is from the Californian Valley though

She is beautiful and I love her very much.

My eldest child.  As with most eldest born (my apologies to all the eldest born ) , he thinks everything should be delivered to him.  Postmarked and wrapped with an easy-to-tear-off special paper.  He whines when he doesn’t get what he wants (fortunately I am whine-deaf) and is totally clueless about anything that doesn’t have his name as the main headline.  But he is sweet and he has a great sense of humour. (Once when he was in a go-kart ride with me and I was racing through the mud he shouted “Help ! I knew I’m gonna have a dirty end.” Ok so maybe only I thought that was funny :p ).

He is my 11-year old wise(cracking) man.  I love him very much.