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.
|All my favourite things|
|That is a cupcake stain on your card, Syazatul. It happened during a passionate bout of eating them .|