Well... I thank God for giving me a lovable weekend. I had been so close and intense with my family. I feel unwell recently, my head often gets dizzy and I feel unhealthy. My blood pressure is only 100/60. Even my mom hold my hand when we were in a mass at the church. She hold me along the "Our Father." At home, my dad, he massaged my back and feet. They both hold me and took care of me just like taking care a little kid. Sometimes.... I need it though.
I dreamt... I became a thief and a bad guy that sneaking and stealing anything that I want. Out of nowhere... my dad busted me and hold my hand.
He said: "Don't go!!! No more stealing and bad things."
I released and shouted him: "Take off my hand. I don't care."
But he said: "I do care... I won't let you go."
I replied: "What do you care??" then I went away.
While I was running away from him, he shouted from far: "I'll wait..."
Out of the blue, I cried and awoken. I woke in tears and relieve feelings. I don't really know why I cried, but the feelings is very different. I know I love him... and always.
Well... It was just like... I want to go back to my childhood, when those 2 pairs of hands (mom's and dad's) could hold my arms and lifted me up to swing me, when her arms could give me warms when I felt cold, when his shoulders could carry me upon so that I could watch circus show and "Disney on Ice" at Senayan.
Fiuuhh..... I will be missing my childhood, and also, will be missing this kind of weekend again with you dad, mom, bro and sis.
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