little mischievous

Guess my life has been bless even before I was born, for I am bless with the best family I could ever ask for.
For my dad, a man who’d spare his time to work late hours to feed his family. Someone who’d be home early just to serve his kids fruit juice so they’d have enough vitamins. Someone who’d spare his earnings to pay for a trip his children begged for. Someone who’d wake his kids up by giving them the best massage, and kissing them goodnight kisses. Someone who I know who always mention his wife and children in his prayers.
For my mum, a woman I’d call superwoman. Someone who maintains the house perfectly by herself while still being able to make the best breakfast, lunch and dinner. Someone who drives her children when they were still in school, despite the traffic and the heat during daytime. Someone who’d spare her sleeping time taking care of her children when they are sick, when they need to make meals for party, when they had to return home late from an outing. Someone who taught me the meaning of unconditional love.
For my brother, now a man whom I know have the biggest affection for his surroundings. Someone who’d spend his salary just to buy gifts for his sister. Someone who’d scold his sisters sharp as knife, and heals with the warmest hands right afterwards. Someone who’d tiptoe to his sisters room in the middle of the night and sleep with them. Someone who’d help his sisters despite how busy he was with his work. Someone who have both open heart and hands to help anyone in need. Someone who taught me about peace.
For my sister, a woman whose hands would be able to turn trash into diamonds, and so is her heart. Someone carefree and strong enough that I believe would live through life’s most bitter part without losing her beauty. Someone who scolds because she loves. Someone who heals your sorrow with the best hugs and kisses. Someone who taught me to smile even through tears.