just the same little girl

It's almost 12 noon in a hot sunny day. A little girl wipe away her sweat that running through her face as she pluck the chilies into her tin. The sun is burning her face and her stomach craving for food. Seeing others still concentrating on their chilies, she continue her work, ignoring all her thirst and hunger. The tin need to be full in order to get the full payment;RM5/tin. Lunch break for a while then the work proceed till the evening and this last for a few weeks or maybe months before the land was cleared for a rubber trees plantation.

A little girl gets ready in her complete attire in the dark, cold morning, waiting for her mother. Today they will walk through the cut woods looking for some 'kulat' to be sold. In the evening she follows her grandparents to their farm to work on their corn plantation. Besides, they also got some useful and edible plant to take care of. This happen once in a few years when the re-plantation of rubber tree took place. Sometimes they give her some money and she was so grateful so she can fill up her ceramic-mangoesteen shape small bank.

A few men busy doing their work, place the block, paste some cement here and there. A girl spotted under a tree, taking a break, drinking water and having some biscuits. She works with the men, constructing house for a living, and there's her boss, her father. She put down her glass and back to work. Seems like the sands and the blocks almost finish so she took a wheelbarrow and continue her work, moving the sands and blocks nearer to the built house to ease the builder. It's a hot-bright-sunny day and the full, heavy wheelbarrow obviously chafed her smooth little hands.

Looking how determine the lady doing her work really admirable. She walks quickly from one tree to another while her hand busy carving the repeated art at the rubber tree, ignoring the hot sunlight that washes her face. From far away, a sweet girl; her daughter, walk towards her with a bottle of drink water. That’s the story of yesterday. Today, both of them are busy collecting all the latex. With the price reach RM5/kilo, their hard works are kind of worth it. But there’s always a nightmare for a rubber tapper like them; you work hard for almost a week, go home and sleep but when you come back tomorrow, all your latex are gone. This is what happened to them last month when someone stole their white latex. The girl sympathy with her mother, sadly she’s helpless.

The girls in all the story I’ve told is just the same little girl that grown up and become me today.Tracking back the old time, so nostalgic yet encouraged. That’s the time when I love being me, the moments that I’ll miss for my entire life.