behind a question

my sister made a handmade!
100 % from her own hand. and i was coming home from my outdoor activities when she opened the door for me and said, "mbak ver, liat!"

typical (:

i admit, i'm not a good sister for her, coz i sometimes really busy in my own world. plus, i was very tired that day. my activity as an apprentice in a pharmacy, waiting in a long list for a loss report, and shopping (there will be always a time for this, hehe..). but i did the right thing that day. fiuh. i appreciate her. hehe..

coz when a devil overwhelmed me that time, i would only walk through her without even saw what she wanted to show. yup! i am a bad sister sometimes. and if someday her creativity is killed, it must be me who made it ):

well, of course it's not about what she made. i don't even know for what her teacher asked her to make that thing. and of course it's not about her handwriting, or how she cut the paper, it's not about the result. it's about how she did it.

i remember when i woke up in the morning, i saw her working with papers and scissors in front of the television. i also remember how she often get frustrated every time she did things that need her to be very accurate, that always made her mother asked her sisters and brother (including me) to finish her homework while she got mad somewhere. urgh.

but not that time (:

i know, appreciation is urgently needed for a children and their imperfect-ness in doing some work. yup, to shape perfect things in their following moments. especially in their growth phase. and what actually they need is to be heard and questions, so they can be helped to tell the whole story they want to share if they can't find a way..

and as the time goes by, i realize, it's not for children only. i'm sure, we always do something new everyday though it's not great like discovering drug for every disease, though it's only a small thing like not making trouble in a first day in the office..

bad or good. deep inside you want to share.

hufff..
i don't know how..


update:
click to see the postscript about the most stupid thing i meet today.