Sagu

 We finally ate the dessert mum made yesternight. The gravy alone was excellent.

I keep putting on hold from continuing reading I’ll Go On, only when I've finally found my pace, and really digging into it.

In the evening, we sat in the calmness of Tuesday evening before she stood and went to her garden, and repotted a few of her plants to give away to her newly wedded daughter; my sister. She asked me to find her the hoe, and couldn’t find it since yesterday. I went to the back of the house with my little sister and still couldn't find it.

Mum funnily said something that made the three of us laugh, out of incomprehension. Something about my incapability to trace back things.

Later, she found the hoe herself at the other side of the house.

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There were six repotted plants, ready to be located.

I also took some of my little sister’s portraits, asked her to look right into the camera and gave her the biggest smile possible, showing her toothless front teeth. I always wanted to snap some pictures of her, specifically in that state, to freeze the moment, so there’s something she could look back on when she grows older.

And amusingly, a fraction of clouds in the sky looked like a brine water shrimp. Or more accurately, a krill, considering the position of the body. I always think of the shape of clouds as light entertainment from God, drawing smiles on our faces.

And looking up/gazing into the sky, I was wondering if Abang, my younger brother, has ever missed how the sky at home (here) looks differently from where he is.

I sighed despondently at the thought of it.