After nearly ten days of playing grown-up at my parents' place, I am finally going back to my own house. My younger sister came back to take over the shift, which was my golden ticket to run back to my own bed. Let me tell you, nothing compares the feeling of lying on your own mattress after a series of hard times. Your own nest isn't just a place to sleep. It’s the only place where you can truly exist in peace. It feels absolutely glorious.
The highlight of the week though, was a reunion with my sisters. We hit the streets just like the old days, back before we were all weighed down by the serious business of adulting. We spent the day hunting down new food spots, wandering through the mall until our legs gave out, and finishing it all off with a sugar rush from our favorite desserts. These moments are rare gems these days, and we made sure to squeeze every bit of fun out of it.
The funniest part is that despite being the big sister, the one who is supposed to know everything, I have zero knowledge of what foods are trending, what’s aesthetic, or which shops are actually cool. My sisters treat me like a tech-support project, making sure I’m properly updated on the modern world so I don’t get too outdated. They even have a very generous payment system, if the bill is under RM50, they’ve got it. The second it hits RM51? Suddenly, it’s a big sister expense. Clever little geniuses, aren't they? 😂
But honestly, I don’t mind being the designated sponsor when the company is this good. We spent the whole time talking absolute nonsense, roasting each other's life choices, and laughing until our stomachs hurt. Those are the moments that keep the sisterly bond strong. It’s good to be back in my nest, but it’s even better to know that some things like my sisters’ ability to trick me into paying for dinner never change.
I’m going to miss these moments so much, the times when I can just be myself with them. But for now, it’s back to reality and the beautiful chaos of being a mom of two. 😇
