On the 24th of April, I woke up with tears running
down my cheeks. I dreamt about my family and myself, fighting.
I can't remember what started the fight, but I can remember how.
I remembered that I was holding expensive pens.
And I threw them all at the wall infront of me as I was feeling full of wrath
in me at the moment. And somehow, Zairi, my cousin, came towards me,
and push me down, and wanted to fight. He's a fighter, but I was not afraid.
I stood up and wanted to fight back. Then, my sister was there and asked
why. Zairi said, "Fazli". After hearing that, my sister step aside and
wanted to watch the fight. So i looked at her in disappointment and said
"If you were in my shoes right now, I would protect you!".
And she said, "your pussy, you handle it!" (puki ah kau, tanggung sendiri ah!" (in malay).
Then, I looked at my mum, and she just sat there, doing nothing.
And that made me think to myself.
Sure enough, Zairi is much more cooler than me. And that he's a funny guy. And always makes my mum, my sister & even Azahari laughs all the time!
Have I been replaced? They are like bestfriends! My sister, her husband and Zairi. Every night they hang out and laughs. I'm just going to let them be happy. And I'm going to move out one day and going to have a new family.
Blessed be.