Even the lights look brighter

I was recounting to MKL the events of the weekend, or rather, the fact that Nisa and Jamie have moved down with their stuff. The home in Singapore is slowly taking form.

I have been staying there for a week or two now but it can best be described as just staying, not living there. Last night was the first time we lived there as a family, no one else. I felt good walking all over the flat, and no part felt lonely or far away. We had lights on, the TV was switched on for Jamie’s movie, and Nisa and I were busy cleaning. Jamie’s laughter and Nisa’s and my voice warmed everything up. The household chores brought life and energy to the flat as well.

My cousin and MKL have been saying, for years now, that we just must live together and be a family. All this time apart is never good. Our family was just over weekends, and now with Jamie, my time with him became shorter. He’s growing so quickly, learning so many new things and words that I am missing it all. But we were together last night, all by ourselves. We only had each other to fend for the other; but it was enough to brighten everything. Even the lights look brighter.

Nisa is determined to try cooking a meal tonight, and baking a cake sometime during the week. I am determine to thoroughly clean every nook and cranny. Insya-allah, we’ll be doing just fine from now.