I am Adibah. I am Human. Pt.1

While tidying my old stuff, I found this picture of me at the age of 4/5. Almost the same age as my daughter now. Then everything start to come.back and flashed in my mind.


Naughty girl, obviously.

I was once a tomboy girl who seeks approval to live in man’s world. Growing up to be the only girl in the family, I have certain ego to prove myself that I am at least at the same level as my brothers. I once a sick naughty kid who doesn’t listen to others (still am) especially when I think I’m right. I accept my asthma as part of me, and embrace my childhood by climbing trees, playing with boys and hate pink.

I’m once a perfectionist up to the point where I can’t go to sleep if things are not in place. Growing up, I learn a lot. I start to love pink and purple, travel alone and admit myself to hospital when I know I need help. I learn to sleep at night in a messy room and it is okay to mess up and learn from it.

I learn to accept and forgive myself. I learn that if I love myself, no one can bring me down. In fact, I still learn. I learn that I could not do things alone. I learn to reach out if I am helpless.

I am blessed with family who believe in me and support me no matter what. I am blessed to have friends who treats me like family. I am blessed with strangers who are kind to me.

Now, I teach. I want to tell my lovely kids in school that it is okay to be imperfect. It is okay to make mistakes as long they learn from it. It is okay to not get straight A’s. It is okay to not be perfect.

I am not perfect, I am human.

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