Last Raya weekend, I managed to squeeze time to catch my aunt and uncle who had came all the way to Genting from Singapore for a romantic gateaway. Besides my parents and the walrus family, they are the two people whom I have grown very fond of for their worldly wisdom and nurturing love. Though I hardly see them, I would still like to think we did great as relatives who live abroad from each other in trying to keep in touch, catching up and appreciating this blood relation.
It is great to be around them. They make you feel loved, cared for and accepted just as you are, warts and all. No matter how far we live from each other, how little we see each other and the sporadic occasions we speak on the phone, they are still family. I am still their niece whom they have watched grown up, went to university, had her heart broken and now, wishing my parents will find my a husband and marry me off. So yes, the marriage topic is popular nowadays. I feel so close to expiry everytime some relative pop that question. I know my eggs are limited (because Plan Bee told me and brag about his unlimited supply of sperms) and that my wrinkles are showing but marriage...it is there but not quite there. *Wails in despair*
I spent a few hours with them debating on life, sharing my ups and downs, and generally getting their 2 cents worth of what should I do next in life. It feels nice to see people that knew you when you were small and cute and didn't know any better; then to meet them again years down the road and talk adult talk. I have always enjoyed their company. They were there to talk me through when I found it difficult to return to England after the heartbreak. The right words were spoken - accolades, hugs, tears, listening ear, simply being the wise adults for their niece. Meeting them that weekend reminded me of how much I have matured over the years. How different I have become since I was kid, how proud my parents would have been of me for not bringing up a messed up kid who has no future, no dreams, no ability to stand on her own and without a thinking mind. We mused and laugh with them for a couple of hours over starbucks, took me to the casino, share their stories of grandchildren and jackpots winning, and ride with me on the monorail. Sadly, time flies and goodbye was so hard to say. The only consolation was knowing I was riding back to KL to a bunch of nutters who will take that sadness of my face and replace it with stitches in my stomach.
Thank you Aunty Suzie and Uncle Phillip for being such cool relatives. It was grand to see you both again, younger than ever and lovelier than I can remember. and yes I got it, a rich husband is not good (but if treat you nice, then good lo), find a not so rich one and also not so poor one. Most importantly, I am independent on my own. See, I told you they are wise...
