Rabu, 01 Maret 2017

I Proud of My Daughter


                                                       A Letter From Mom and Dad :)

A Letter from Mom and Dad

...My child,

When i get old, i hope you understand and have patience with me.
In case i break a plate, or spill soup on the table because i'm loosing my eyesight, i hope you don't yell at me.
Older people are sensitive.
...Always having selfpity when you yell.
When my hearing gets worse and i can't hear what you're saying, i hope you don't call me "Deaf!"
Please repeat what you said or write it down.
I'm sorry, my child.
...I'm getting older .
When my knees get weaker, i hope you have the patience to help me get up.
Like how i used to help you while you were little, learning how to walk.
Please bear with me.
When i keep repeating my self like a broken record, i hope you just keep listening to me.
Please don't make fun of me, or get sick of listening to me.
Do you remember when you were little and you wanted a ballon?
You repeated youself over and over until you got what you wanted.
...Please also pardon my smell.
I smell like an old person.
Please don't force me to shower.
My body is weak.
Old people get sick easily when they're cold.
I hope i don't gross you out.
Do you remember when you were little?
I used to chase you around because you didn't want to shower.
I hope you can be patient with me when i'm always cranky.
It's all part of getting old.
You'll understand when you're older.
And if you have spaare time, i hope we can talk even for a few minutes.
I'm always all by my self all the time.
And have no one to talk to.
I know you're busy with work.
Even if you're not interested in my stories, please have time for me.
Do you remember when you were little?
I used to listen to your stories about your teddy bear.
When the time comes and i get ill and bedridden, i hope you have the patience to take care of me.
I'm sorry if i accidentally wet the bed or make a mess.
I hope you have the patience to take care of me during the last few moments of my life.
I'm not going to last much longer, anyway.
When the time of my death comes, i hope you hold my hand and give me the strength to face the death.
And don't worry...
When i finally meet our Creator...
I will whisper in his ear to BLESS you.
Because you loved your Mom and Dad.
Thank you so much for care.

We love you.
with much love,

Mom and Dad

Gara-gara puisi di atas, putri saya menangis sesegukan. Saya memeluk dan menciumnya. Ada rasa haru dan bangga akan kepekaan yang dimilikinya, di usianya yang baru akan menginjak 8 tahun pada tanggal 28 maret 2017 ini. Ini bukan tangisan biasa! Tangisan ini seolah curahan hatinya pada saya. Curahan cintanya yang besar pada Mom dan Daddy-nya. Puisi berbahasa Inggris ini saya bacakan terjemahannya padanya, diluar dugaan ia langsung menangis terharu. Tangisannya mengisyaratkan kepekaannya terhadap sesuatu yang menyentuh hati. Saya terharu campur bangga.

Thank you so much "The apple of my eye!". Tangisanmu adalah gambaran hatimu yang penuh cinta terhadap kedua orang tuamu.

Love you,
Mommy and Daddy.

Note : Puisi ini dari pertama saya membaca sampai hari ini masih sama ; "Very touching", meski berkali-kali membacanya.

Jakarta, 01 Maret 2017

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