Imperfection

Imperfection is beautiful. I am sure you've heard this. and when I hear one says this, I can't think of anything but my family.

I sometimes wished I had a somewhat normal family, where everyone is well-behaved, and we would all mind our own business. but when I am away, or when I am with my family, I realized I missed this imperfection. my mum's siren,ina and her proper ways, niza's mood swings, boy and his own ways, hanim's baby talks, and yati and her awesomeness.We all are different, and what makes us differ from each other makes us closer. The unspoken bond. We might be one hell of a dysfunctional family. But, what you see is what you get, there's nothing pretentious about us. and it's always noisy when everyone is around, and I think it is too quiet when one goes missing. we have each others back, and would'nt mind going far for another. though I sometimes feel much annoyance towards one, but sometimes,I feel I am overwhelmed by how much love I feel for them.and sometimes I missed them so much even when they're right in front of me. I fear one day this will all go away. and one day this will all belong to my past, and I will long to re-live these days.I'm afraid of the word memory.
imperfection is indeed beautiful, don't you think?