Reading Brings Memories

As I was watching from aside, my father was reading a book to my little brother who was going to become 3 this year. That made me remember the time when as a young girl with my brother who was 2 years below me. My father will always come to our room and read us a book. He would read to us many books, but the books that I remember was a Winnie The Pooh's Bedtime Story Book and also a Winnie The Pooh's story but it's full of bedtime songs inserted in it. Our father uses to have time for us at night to read to us the book, but currently, he is to busy for my younger brother and sister that they didn't get to experience the time that I as the eldest sister and also the eldest brother experienced.

For me to see my father reading to my younger siblings just bring back memories and joy of the past. I am so happy to live with this kind and helpful father that I love most.

"Thank you, Abah!"

p.s I call my father, Abah.