These are the people I grew up with. These are Tok's siblings.People who welcomed me to their homes
bcos I was their anak sedara.
People who make time to come & helped out whenever there's something that need help.
Maybe they looked foreign to you bcos we seldom bring you round to see them.
Whenever we balik kampung, we seldom pay them visits instead we holed up.
Like I said it's none of your fault, it's entirely ours, your elders.
My apology.
These are your flesh & blood.
You should know them personally.
They are not unimportant
They are who we are
See,
there are three generations sitting together on the steps.
Mak Sedara during Zairin kenduri.
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