Out in the real world

Phew! I'm back again at Pasir ris after crying myself silly. I havent been back at my Bishan home for quite some and attempts to make me stay at my Bishan home previously had been futile. But they tried it again today. Pati and her 'entourage'(Tok+Aunty Zah) sent me in a 30min journey to Bishan. The moment I was right in front of my house, I could feel a sense of deja vu...that uneasiness of being familiar somehow, sometime, somewhere.

Even when Ibu greeted us when she opened the door, I was dumbfounded. What was Ibu doing here? I scanned the unfamiliar yet familiar surrounding(confused???).

Suddenly Atok Bishan called my name, 'Aisyah...aisyah...', I was more stunned and switched on my jebik mode. And cried. Ibu pacified me and I was ok again. Abg Alif was there too and I had some fun time with him telling me some stories. But the moment Nenek tried to be friendly with me, the jebik came back and I cried. Ibu tried to pacify me again but I wailed even louder this time.

Let me tell you...there are many types of crying in a baby's encyclopaedia.

I cry when I'm hungry.
I cry when I'm tired.
I cry when I'm scared
I cry when I'm having a discomfort (too wet, hot, cold, or squished poopoo in my diapers)
I cry when I'm in pain (jabs are always painful!)
I cry when I'm overstimulated. Sometimes I cry because the big people talk in loud voices and trying to get my attention. I just try to shut out all that's going on around me and wailed out loud. Of course, it's a chaos, I tell you!

In this case, I was crying because I was scared. Yes, I'm afraid of unfamiliar faces. Faces which I have not seen for a long time. Like meeting Abg Amin's Ibu.

I just need more time to be acquainted with Atok and Nenek Bishan. One day, maybe.