They came with beautiful clothes, etched with newness and color. They came with memories and stories to share. Sometimes, they came with food, laden with taste, to share with other members of the family.
It was Eid Al-Fitr and I sat on the stairs, watching them talked and laughed, a smile spread across my face.
Even if Ramadhan left without much of a goodbye, I was happy with the day, the celebration of Syawal. The takbir that rose with the skies filled my heart with a happy sorrow. Sorrow because of the leaving of a month so beautiful but happy to see the month so full of joy.
Although social activities were way above my paycheck (If I have one), I still came downstairs to meet my other family members. Cousins, aunts, uncles and always my cousins' children, I greeted them with a smile and I knew I wasn't faking it.
We took pictures and laughed about how we pose. We made jokes and guffawed how ridiculous it sounded. We shared what had happened to our lives, experiences and memories, plans and dreams. We were a family. Even though we were far apart, but this day was when we brought each other together.
It was a beautiful connection; the word family. How it meant a lot for many people around us. Family will always come first for the most of us. We would do anything for the sake of them. We would sacrifice many things just for them.
I sounded like I was rambling typical nonsense.
But, it didn't matter. At least I got to write something for this day.
Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir dan Batin!
Swiftly Estel-ing
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