Seven - written by Najah Alwi

Bittersweet Chaos and Beautiful Disasters...
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Today at 4:44am
So, seven...
not two, not three, but seven.
Sometimes you hear about more, but I’m gonna just ramble about seven.
I know about seven. I am the seven.
Seven my lucky number. Seven Siblings. Seven Little Terrors...including moi, myself and I.

Seven sets of eyes, seven pairs of shoes, fourteen sets of kicks,
A hundred forty toes and fingers,
Seven birthdays, seven stubborn-headed, contrasting individuals,
Five girls and two boys,
Seven shouting voices, different pitches ~depending on tempo and mood- gruff in the morning, more calmer round the eve or dinner time,
Seven fashion spin (stolen dresses, shoes, and yes even straighteners!)
Seven music tastes blaring into the air,
Seven mouths to feed (albeit two very HUGE ones)... or the allergies/special requirements/ just being sulky...
Two would be giggling, while the other two will be sobbing , one will be hiding, the other two probably just watching and shaking their heads...
One takes the lead, the three tries to defy, two half heartedly obeyed, there will always be one that gets away...
At times there were Four against one, or Two against Three, sometimes we get too tired, we all just go out and have ice cream instead.
Or go watch the movies.
Or .
Divide errands.
Hah.
Or just hang out and play... Jenga, Monopoly...
recipe for unruliness, turmoil and disorder of all sorts.
Seven is diversity.
Seven is me... + six mini me’s.
Catastropic Messy Me's.

Selamat Hari Raya little ones. Maaf Zahir Batin.Cant wait for the fam pic with Nabawi and Naufal outdoing each other. Love lots ;)
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=- i took this and just post it up because i think its beautifully written. simple but precise. :) and she's my sister anyway. heehee=-