Air yang dicincang tidak akan putus akhirnya. PART 1.

That's a phrase that can be used in a family tree. Whom consist of the father, the mother, the brothers and the sister. I really miss them and I can't find a perfect word to describe how much I've missed them. Living alone in a foreign country is such a challenge for me, especially when it comes to being alone in my own studio and handling my own matters. Life in Malaysia was so much easier back then, less stress, more company, more close ones, more familiarity. Whenever I felt really down or needed company, my family has always been there. My daddy, whom always advice me when I was discouraged and to comfort me when I'm crushed in spirit. My mommy, whom was 100% to aide me in whatever matters I have and cared for me with all her love.

My big brother, whom really took care of me as his dear little sister. My sister, whom was always there to share secrets together and slept in the same room throughout my teenage years. My second brother, whom was there for me to look up to and understands me. My little brother, whom was there to accompany me when I needed someone and listens alot to her sister's craps. I knew when I made the choice to come to France to study, I would have to be apart from my family and friends for a really long time. It hurts, really hurts because I have no idea it would this hard, the fact suddenly sinked in so deep, that I still have six more years to go on without my family here. Whether I might sound like a big baby here, I don't care. Because I really love my family, love them so much and I wouldn't be what I am now without them.

So, to those back in Malaysia, seriously, literally, mentally, emotionally, really, frankly, honestly, reality, for real, treasure those moments you have with your family. Because we don't know how much time we have to spend together as a big happy family.