Since the title might sound controversial for some of you, let me put a disclaimer here: this one is a really personal post. And despite the fact that I’m trying my best to bottle up my emotion, I decided to just write a post about it as some kind of therapy. So, here we go!
First of all, I rarely talk about my family. I mean, I know a lot of people who would share their some kind of picture-perfect family portrait during holiday seasons. Be it during Christmas or Idul Fitri around here, some people even customized some matching outfits with the rest of the family to get a perfect family picture during the time.
Well, in case you haven’t noticed that… I’m not that kind of person. Holiday seasons for me are just another day, the only difference is that many people come and go to my house for a visit.
Plus, I’ve got a super big family that I just can’t keep up anymore. And I don’t even bother pretending that I’m impressed by the connection we’ve shared through our ancestors. The only reason why I’ve been trying to behave myself is because of my parents.