At times, Little D does find himself a bit lost as he didn't quite have his dad around as long as the others did. More so, his young memory often fails him. Hence, you'd often more than not get him cajoling, "Did daddy use to like this, like me?"
Yup, we are catapulting into the future by using the wonderful and blessful life we once shared together. There used to be 6 but now we're one short (yet we're still walking tall), as the Malay rhyme/song of Sepuluh Budak Hitam (Ten black boys -err, and we're not being racist here!) goes:
Enam budak hitam makan buah delima,
Satu tertelan biji, tinggal lagi lima.
(Six black boys ate some pomegranates,
One choked on the seed, and then five were left.)
Ponder upon the message behind the song: no matter how many we start off with, each of us will return to our Creator one day (Oh, Little D asked me earlier today why he had only 3 siblings. I asked him how many he wanted there to be and he said: A HUNDRED! Impossible mate, sheer impossible!!).
As I was saying, Al-fatihah...