He combed through every item at the pasar malam voraciously, eyes consuming everything in wonder. I was happy that he found delight in all these cheap plastic trinkets produced in China. Fire engines, bubble guns, real guns, knives, spongebob bags, brooms, cooking sets, cleaning sets. Jumping from one item to another. Holding tightly to his hand and him holding on to mine. Clinging so I won't lose him wandering off somewhere.
"Waa Kakak! Tengok ni! Tengok ni!"
"Ye, Ilhan. Ilhan tengok ni pulak"
And then we go home. We walked one round around our neighbourhood, covering the whole stretch of the pasar malam.
When we reached home, Mak already cleaned up the mess he made with his toys. When we reached home, he messes it up again. It's really tiring. Mentally and emotionally. It's really comforting to come home to a nice neat house. But it's always impossible with Ilhan around. It's tiring to be strict with him to clean it up. He will say,"Kakak tolong Ilhan la! Ilhan tak tahu." So it's always a battle to educate him and to just clean it up on your own and letting him off.
When we reached home, Mak already cleaned up the mess he made with his toys. When we reached home, he messes it up again. It's really tiring. Mentally and emotionally. It's really comforting to come home to a nice neat house. But it's always impossible with Ilhan around. It's tiring to be strict with him to clean it up. He will say,"Kakak tolong Ilhan la! Ilhan tak tahu." So it's always a battle to educate him and to just clean it up on your own and letting him off.
When I reached home, I just let him go because I cannot stand his whining and messing around and excuses.
I let him go and pass him to my mum.
