my little windmill

The thing I most regret when I’m being apart from my home, is unable to see my little brother growing up.

Muhammad Nur Aliff Afiq

I’m the one who suggest to name my little brother “Aliff”
Well, called me old fashion and stuff, but I prefer simpler name with easy pronunciation.

Born on the end of February 2002,
He used to be bold and red skin and his little figure have the scent from heaven when I first met him.
I was in form 1 when he pokes my heart with his little smile and touch.
Making me rushing home every single day after school just to kiss his red little cheeks.

Sniff..sniff..

My little windmill,
I wish I could never miss a centimeter of your growth,
My little windmill,
I wish to hold your hand and go buy some ice cream,
My little windmill,
I wish I could go to bed with you,
My little windmill,
I wish I could bake your favourite cookies,
My little windmill,
I wish I could fly the kite with you again,
My little windmill,
I wish I could see how you learning to ride a bike,
My little windmill
I wish I could hug and kiss you right now.

I miss you my darling.

Happy birthday, Aliff.
May Allah bless you and may you have a greatest childhood adventure..