By random, a friend asked me while we were visiting the home.
“If you are given the chance to be a child again, would you?”
My answer would be,
“Oh yes. It is the best part of my life”
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And so I visited a house named Asrama Darussalam Simpang Pulai, Perak last Sunday 7th February 2010.
Questions that ponder when I was on my way there were,
1. There’s actually a home for kids behind those huge factories?
2. I mean, hello huge factories in Simpang Pulai, and a home exists there?
3. (-____________-”)
So we reached the home. I went there under an event named Children Provision 2010. Equipped with smiles, laughters, and beaming personalities (haha); hello kids. Nice to meet you 
Say,
They come from different backgrounds. Of passed away parent(s), to parent(s) who can’t afford to take care of them – thus sending them there. Burdens that are too heavy for an eight-year-old to bear.
When I was eight, I was already travelling around Malaysia with my family. Boarding planes. Enjoying chendols. Playing piano. Receiving pocket moneys from my parents. Ah the good old days.
Them?
…
Family support – Nil. Zero. Nada.
Of course some of us have lost our either our father, or mother in an early age. But hei, you weren’t sent to a home when you were little, adolescent, young and tween. You still have your families’ supports, no?
We were folding some origamis – Penguin, Cat Face, Whale, Elephant and Fish Head.
A yellow male Fish Head.
Excitedly, the kid in the photo there showed his Fish Head.
It’s a Female Fish Head as it has eyelashes (-__-”)
Praise the God. We have enough family supports and look, we never have to undergo through what the kids are now. We have a house called home where love circulates tremendously. A family whom we can really call, family.
