My Dear Children,

 It has been quite a while since I started thinking to write down anything that I can remember from the day I was born. But your Ayah is so lazy. Guess its my nature. In any case, life has not been easy on us the past few months. The pandemic changed my work schedule and now I’m only home with you guys for only 8 days a month. It has taken a toll on Ummi and she has to do everything single handedly.

You know that I every time I return from work, I am sent to quarantine for 5 days.  And my quarantine is unlike most travellers. Those people are only quarantined once they arrive in another country, so maybe at most its twice a year during this pandemic. But your dad is a pilot guys. It is my job to make people travel (actually for now its more of making cargo move from one country to another). 

Regardless, quarantine is a must. So once a month, after being on flight duty for a week, I will be stuck in the hotel room for 5 days. Which means I would be away from home for almost two weeks. Then after returning home for a few days, I would start my duty again and repeat quarantine.

Locked in my room, cut off from being in touch with any human makes me feel hopeless. Hopeless that I have finished working, but still unable to help Ummi.  Can you imagine how I feel, knowing Ummi has her hands full every day, while in my hotel room I have nothing to do?

But people say, make the best of everything. So I asked myself, what can I do while waiting for my quarantine to end? Its bad enough that I have less time to spend with you guys. Sure we can video call everyday. But I want to reach out more to every one of you. The last thing I want, is to make you guys feel that my touch as a father is insufficient as you grow up.

I want you to know more about my self.

Every night at home, each one of you never missed asking me to tell a bed time story. Every single night. You said I am the best story teller in the whole wide world. Thank you guys. So I thought, well, if I cannot tell you stories verbally, let me write them. And you can read them whenever you feel like it. One day you will all grow into adults and have your own lives, your own family, and maybe I moved on to the next world. But who knows, this writings survive the test of time and it is available for even your grandchildren to read. 

This is not my diary. What I write will not be in order of time. I might write about the smelly boy who sat behind me when I was in elementary school in 1994, and the next post might be about my first flight as a pilot. And I am sorry to write this as a blogger. Blogspot is just a platform for me to reach out to you. 

My writings here are addressed to my children, but I welcome anyone to read.