I learnt something important from Hannah over the weekends.- Kinship.

Hannah's my little cousin, and like me, she visits her maternal grandpa every Saturday with her cousins (maternal side). She'll always be home by 630pm, waiting for us to reach and play with her. But last Saturday, she wasn't home until 830pm. When she entered the house, her whole face beamed with excitement.

30 mins later, my uncle mentioned that Hannah kept rushing them to leave early because she wants to see us. Her cousins from the maternal side teased her saying they were her cousins too and why can't she stay and play with them. But Sweetie's got a sweet reason to that, because she sees us once a week, and she missed talking and sharing her week with us. ( i was amazed by this little monster.)

An eight years old understood the meaning of kinship, and yet, at times where i'm really tired, i'd brush off the idea to visit my grandma. Compared to this little kid, i've got much to learn.

I really enjoy family gatherings, but only at my maternal's side. Those on my paternal's side, i'd rather see them all as dead/ unacquainted with me. They're just nothing, but a bunch of trouble.

Till then.

*call me unforgiving, but i can't forget how you walked out of the family.how everything fell apart.