Honestly, I don’t enjoy celebrating any kinds of day. On
many occasions I have mixed up my sons’ birthdays or completely forgotten about
them. Aidilfitri is a sombre day for me as I get caught up in remembering my
muddy past, begrudging my family members. I am the unredeemable Scrooge. I
definitely try not to attract attention to my own birthday even with my spouse
and children. When I was a child, I even asked the existential question – Would
I have suffered the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune if I wasn’t born? –
to my mother. This is the precursor of my’ tormented hero’ mode of writing. Children,
don’t do this at home.
But Teachers’ Day is different. It’s not a day for me alone,
so I just unabashedly celebrate it with all my heart. This is a day I share
with the whole country. This is the day when your students give you canned
drinks, cupcakes, flowers, chocolate and once in a while, a heartfelt message
that validates your existence as a teacher.
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| All my favourite things |
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| That is a cupcake stain on your card, Syazatul. It happened during a passionate bout of eating them . |
