Indonesia, while an average country by the benchmark, is a haven of nolstagic harmony for I have my paternal relatives with me. The streets on its own invites a sense of familiarity, though only with my family does the city of Jakarta provides security.
Compassion is like a red ribbon that binds the family together. I confessed that my paternal relatives' family in Indonesia is the second closest to me, after my maternal relatives' in Singapore. Well, first in order is my aunty and uncle, both cosy, at ease and romantically steadfast at their prime. I admired them for their steadiness, and I ever noticed my uncle cooked maggi mee for my aunty even though the household has several servants. My cousin is in solidarity with his wife, and they have two prized babies, one being Kenrich and the other being Jiahui. I feel the joy of both babies, both being the fountain of life that collectively connects the family like a ribbon of love. Compassion abounds in this family, and the three generations interact everyday in a rhythm of love, and the cadence is of prudence, concern and togetherness. Outings are simple, to the mall, to restaurants and to the healthy swimming club, and from here, we can notice the mettle of the relationships, where a living foundation is established that nourishs the family soul by the various activities.
I admired this family for their wise understanding of each other, and their unity. For this, I understand that their long term plan is to focus on each other in the family, and this builds up the joyous bond that each member of this family cherish. For me, I am like their hydrogen bond, and I still provide some form of complementation to their family while I was in Indonesia. At my free time alone, sometimes at night, I just hug my Pooh bear, a symbol of care and acceptance.
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