A mental shift?
Growing up, I was the youngest child. I am the youngest in this house. I used to be having people around me: all my three siblings, my parents, and our cats. Life is full of people. But as time goes by, I can sense that everything does change. I am still the youngest, but all my siblings already built their own little family, each of them. So it’s just me and my parents, whereas we are all kinda busy and barely really speak to each other. I’m having my routine for going to Pwt, and my parents have their own schedule. We usually eat at home separately, but it’s just now we eat together at the dining table because it was Ramadhan, we do suhoor and iftar here. But besides that, I think we lack quality time. Maybe my parents think that I am already a grown-up that is independent, which is true, but actually, I also need my time with them, having conversations. Little talk is okay, as long as we always keep in touch, and care for each other. You know, the usual or typical youngest chil...