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All aunties in the world


People say that a woman’s life is changing when she is having a child. I think us, aunties’ start earlier. Well at least, mine is. My life changed when my sister in law having her children. My first nephew was born back in 2012 and I can’t come home because it was in the middle of my exam week but the second was born 2 days before I started my clerkship and guess what, I flew back home just to see her and carry her for the first time.

The bound has grown ever since between us two.

She was such a baby! Talk-active and friendly and know how to steal my heart. Duh. Just how weak am I to those damn cute eyes!

During my preparation days for UKMPPD she was staying here for a couple of days and every time I went home, she’ll run to the front door to greet me and call me bibi (a local name for aunty) with such a bright expression and all my tiredness of sitting still from 8.00-15.00 will magically disappear. I oftentimes driving forth and back home, spending 45 minutes driving and trapping in the traffic just so I can spend some 20-30 minutes playing with her hahaha.

And within a week this little cheeky will turn 2 it is so compulsory for me to buy her gift, so yeah.
The self-indulging section

I spent an hour and a half at the toystore, lose myself to all those colourful boxes of toys which I ended up wanted for myself. Ehem. I mean my nephew, well we could share, couldn’t we? Hahaha. But seriously, did you guys know that aside from that hippie squishy and fidget spinner there are lots of cool toys that not only entertaining but also educative it even has its information on what skills did it help to stimulate (motoric, verbal, etc)? How I wish my childhood filled with this stuff! Hahaha

A laptop to suits 2-years-old nephew's busy schedule =))

After much consideration I get the toys I think she’ll love (which I also know will end thrown somewhere at home within a week or less) and pay them right away without hesitation, something I find almost funny (If I did not cry for it) considering that I planned to use the money to buy myself books weeks ago but hesitating a lot I didn’t buy it at last.

Kids are definitely not good for my bank account.

All aunties in the world, do you feel the same?

Happy D-16 of Ramadhan!

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