Fasting with family

This holiday, I got the chance to celebrate Ramadan and fasting with my family. So, during this holiday we spent time together. My mother and I  cooked for breakfast, and when my father at home, we went to Bazaar Ramadan together. At night, we went to musolla for tarawikh prayer.
During weekend, we work together to tidy up the house for Hari Raya Aidilfitri. At that time, there are many useless things in our house so we decided to throw it. W e prepared things such as our clothes, scarves and shoes. My mother and I also prepared some cookies such as 'semperit'. I think, this holiday is happiest holiday for us because we can spend time together since we are so busy with our own work. We also can fasting together.... :)

My embarrassing childhood memory

My parents and I were shopping at mart. I was around 5 years old at that time. I was extremely shy, and I hated meeting new people, so I often stayed close to my parents.

I had a lollipop in my left hand and I was walking around happily, my right holding my father’s.

The store was very crowded. As we struggled to find a place to checkout, we ended up mushing into a large crowd of people. In result, I dropped my lollipop on the floor, and I let go of my father’s hands in my attempt to search for it.

In the crowd of people, it was inevitable that I'd get separated from my parents. I looked around, and skated through the small crevices between the mob of people.

Let me also note that I was a very small child. 6 year olds in general aren't that tall, but I was very much below the average height. I was struggling to decipher who was my father and whom was not, thus looking at faces was certainly not an option.

I searched for a familiar hand — my father’s. Relieved, I found one that looked just like his, and I was almost certain that it was my father’s.

Being my ignorant 5 years old self, I grabbed the hand without clarifying who it was. After a second or two, I finally looked up to make sure it was my father.

It was not my father.

I yelped, quickly letting go of the mysterious, yet familiar hand. I turned the direction opposite of where I was initially headed.

I looked everywhere for my parents and soon enough I found myself hiding behind one of those small racks they have holding little packs of gum and candies because I was so traumatized and embarrassed at the same time.

I cried behind that little rack for what seemed like around half an hour. Turns out my parents were frantically looking for me and called over groups of mart workers to search for me.

I still get embarrassed whenever I think about it…