My favorite day of the work – an Open Speech
I live with my grandmother in Bentong, whereas my parents live and work in Kuala Lumpur. They usually come home to see us once or twice a month. If they manage to get away, it will be on the weekend, usually arriving very late on Friday night. Everyone has a favorite day, my favorite day happens to be at the end of the week. So, Saturday is my favorite day of the week for that is the day I get to see my parents.
It is a joyful feeling just to know that my parents are in the house and sleeping in their room. Early in the morning, I wake up cold, feeling my partner’s warm body across the bed. I know that my father will be very tired, after driving all the way home after a demanding day at work. So, I keep very quiet, allowing them to get all the rest they need. My mother usually wakes up first. “Where is my big girl?” is her usual greeting, followed by warm hugs and kisses. I will make her a cup of black coffee, just the way she likes it, and we will sit on the balcony, sharing our experiences since we last met. This is my favorite part of the day, pouring out my heart to my Mum, my closest confidante.
When my father finally wakes up, we go out for breakfast. It is usually dim sum, my father’s favorite breakfast food. This is a jolly family time. My father’s jokes never fail to make us roar with laughter. Sometimes, my grandmother will tell my parents the news concerning our other relatives, including their illnesses or bad behavior. My father will comfort her and try to encourage her to be patient and happy. When my grandmother gets into this mood, I cringe inside because I wonder whether she will mention my misdeeds. Fortunately, my parents are both understanding, and try to keep our breakfast a light-hearted occasion.
My father has two sisters in Bentong, and we usually go to his elder sister’s house after breakfast. His younger sister’s family will also drop over if they are free. While the older folk chat in the living room, we usually go out to the orchard and relax under the trees. My aunt and grandmother will cook up a storm in the kitchen. They are excellent cooks, and, somehow, we always find space in our stomachs for the delicious food.
In the afternoon, we often go to the supermarket to buy household necessities. Then, sometimes, we go to a movie. We usually have dinner at the stalls. Sometimes, our relatives will come along for dinner or the movies, adding to the fun. Later, my father will look at my schoolwork. He will praise me for my achievements, and correct me gently when he feels I have slacked. Sometimes, when I face difficulties in my studies, such as Additional Mathematics, or Physics, my father will explain the concepts to me. I look forward to this time with him, as I want to do well for my own sake, as well as to make my parents proud of me. When we have finished, we just chat or watch television.
Actually, nothing very exciting happens on Saturdays when my parents come home. We do very ordinary things – eating, chatting, grocery – shopping, and revising schoolwork. However, it is not the activities I look forward to but the people I am doing them with. This is the time that I feel most secure and loved. I know my parents will have to leave the next day. So, I treasure the time we have together.