so, i will briefly describe us;
we are the family of 5 , papa sun deng xian, mama oei sumini, koko insen, cece ichi, and ahui.
we used to live in tanah pasir in northern jakarta area, which neighborhood is dominated by the locals (huanlang)
our parents had their business done in the house, so we were pretty much meet up with each other quite intensely. we always had our family dinner time together at home and casually hang out at our enormous living room to watch a taiwanese tv program.
we are quite different to other family since our father is a foreigner, taiwanese, whose indonesian is not too good and not being able to write down latin alphabets too.Thus, we are forced to use our taiwanese language everytime we speak to papa, which is good,
(i always believe that the more language you speak, the better it is)
well, that is one of a million of stories in our family...
why did i decide to start writing things like this??
coz,
one night i was on my bed daydreaming before sleeping and out of a
sudden, some memories of my past was flowing inside my head.
that
childhood memories (either good or bad ones) are beautiful to be
remembered when you've grown up. especially when you are not talking or
meeting with the other members of family real often.
My biggest fear are when we forgot most of our memories and ended with nothing to be remembered about.. horrible, isn't it?! :(
PS:
I love my family (of course!),
i love papa,
i love mama,
and i love my two younger sisters!
I love US.
( we know that it is kind of impossible to say it out directly in our family
since it is not our tradition,
but yeah,
we know that we love each other, don't we?)
Note to Ichi n Ihui;
Find a time, and write down all your memories here. at least one post per week. promise!!
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