Smiling to herself as she sat at the table waiting for him to bring back the drinks. She relaxed back in her chair and gazed out of the window to the cold June day that caused the trees to dance wildy in the wind. She thought about what she had learned, who she once was and who she had now become. She now had a job that she loved, wonderful people whom she knew so true and felt confident within herself to reach for what she wanted.
She was a woman who made mistakes, who sometimes cried on a Monday morning or at night alone in bed. She was a woman who often became bored with her life and found it hard to get up for work. She was a woman who more often than not had a bad hair day, who looked in the mirror and wondered why she couldn't just drag herself to the gym; she was a woman who sometimes questioned what reason had she to live on this planet. She was a woman who sometimes just got things wrong.
On the other hand, she was a woman with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories. Whether it happened in ten months or ten years, she would just obey the final message. Whatever lay ahead, she knew she would open her heart and follow where it led her.
It's amazing how much Bibi has grown, especially when I haven't been there to witness.
She used to sit by me and join me for DVDs like korean dramas or those bloodshed 'underground' affairs my dad always love and introduce 'em to me aftermaths. She'll always pretend to join in the atmosphere, I know. She'll laugh her head off at touching yet corny scenes.
She's unknowledgeable to me speaking ill of her to my mom or sis and "chio mi mi" still.
And now?
She interupts my shows and insist on her Lora(or whatever) or Barbie or whatever that's cartoon and lame.
She'll shoot back whatever I say. (She wanted rice right after nasilemak and milk. And when I warned my mom 'bout her appetite bigger than a pig's, she hollered with threatening eyes, "wo bu shi zhu, wo shi vabbit!") Can I roll my eyes? I think I shall. *rolls eyes*
I noticed her eyelashes got longer. And my mom will go, "Her eyelashes are prettier than your fake ones leh!" Sarcasm? You bet.
And, my gosh, she got fatter.
School's starting for her later on at 1pm. I wonder how will she fare and react to it. I'm really worried she'll snatch and fight with her classmates, seriously.