Uncle Michael called. I was so sleepy I didn't exactly know what I was getting into when Ma handed the phone to me.
FYI: Uncle Michael is the single most funniest uncle I've got. Though the entire half of Pa's family are clowns, Uncle Michael's laugh is like Santa's right after he's finished delivering gifts on Christmas. His belly is different from Pa's and Uncle George's, its somehow more pear-ish and nicer to lean against. Hee.
So, I picked up the phone and groggily whispered a 'Hello' but what I got in return was a booming, cheery, enthusiastic 'Hie!'. Hee. That greeting was all it took to wake me from my sleep induced trance. I seriously was shocked into awareness. I felt like someone threw North-Pole-ice-cold water on my face.
"Hie Miss Journalist!""Oh! Erm..hello!" Pause.."Huh? Oh you saw it?!"
"Ya lah..How to miss it? Centre spread!"Okay! This was the most nicest phone conversation I had on the so-called issue. I won't go into the details of the conversation but it felt best although it was a day late. I'm not going to deny getting my fair share of congulatory notes. Thanks Zhi Wei (you were the very first!), Mr Jaya (it was MY pleasure), Eng Chin (can't wait to see you at the next camp), Nahlina (who said I was famous?), Siew Ling (I was so surprised!) and Aisyah (only one tagged on my blog).
Some people who I hoped would see it didn't. Or maybe they did but they didn't want to tell me they did. I mean maybe 15 cents is much too much to spare considering the petrol hike and the up and coming inflation. And anyways its not like I did it for them. As long as the rest of the population understand the disabled better, I'm fine.
Nothing could bring me down right now, not any one of them.
'Cos my uncle called me. The same uncle who gave me my cousin. I really loved hearing him go on about how I'd become a high-profile journalist (as if!). And nothing could beat hearing Aunt Liz screaming to be heard over Val's voice. It was truly truly sincere. I really appreciate it more than the 'thing' coming out at all in the first place. It was real and I felt loved. Truly loved. I wanted to tell him everything about the whole camp. How I felt when I saw Sri and Arasu. How they reminded me so much of Shawn. How I started sobbing uncontrollably.
But I think I'll save it for another time. They were so happy.
And they made me so happy.
*super special acknowledgement: To you who endured my scaredy catness in asking permission, of leaving you hanging to deal with Bethany on your own, of enduring my laughing tendencies and drowning in it with me, of being there when I felt like I couldn't anymore, of letting me know I wasn't alone with Sri, of wasting RM20.40 for you-know-what, for staying up 'til 4am to wait for me to be done writing, and for many more unsaid-forgotten things..Thanks babes!
*hearts*
minx wrote at11:38 PM
