The first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is say a prayer. It's an "after difficulty, there is relief" prayer. It's in the Qur'an. Then I feed Floofy and her daughters. I had already done extra worship earlier on, so all I had to do this morning was the dawn prayer. Then I fed the outdoor cats, and watched Chee Cheah eat, while keeping a watch for the Cat Bully. Chee Cheah eats so slowly. I was about to clean the cat room and water the plants, then my Mom wanted to go to the downtown market and get a kilo of hot peppers, her breakfast, and my Dad's newspaper. So I did that, and when I got home after eating breakfast (which was glutenous rice with salted fish and fresh tomatoes) and cleaning up after the cats, I planted another mango tree. Then I watered the plants, then my Mom wanted me to hang up some curtains. By the time I got done with that, it was time for a nap. I was tired, but I didn't really sleep well. I made my lunch, which was a chunk of sirloin steak. Just the steak, ma'am. It was awesome. Alhamdulillah. It was also the most convenient. Then it was time for the noon prayer followed by voice training. After that I tidied up my Mom's kitchen, then after the Asr prayer I had to go back downtown to do more shopping. It was raining, so I took the car. I had to go to the supermarket, the pharmacy, and the furniture supply store. I stopped by Ina's for a quick dinner. Then when I got back, I had to fix the my parents' cutlery drawer. It's almost sunset now, and I'm writing a love letter. I love you.
Natty you generous little sweetheart, are you giving your buddies another treat? I want you to save up your money for yourself, so you can have wealth that's all your own. OK?
There are two types of jackfruit trees growing on the compound. I don't particularly like either one, and I mostly give the fruit away to the locals. This type is the not-so-sickly-sweet kind.
