Not That Kind of Person

It didn’t occur to me until asked. This year for the first time in a very long time, there was a phone call that did not happen on the morning of Aidilfitri.

There was no disappointment. Or loss. That portion of this story had ended a while ago. But I am  a little surprised that I didn’t realize the non-ringing phone as if it had never rang before.

You see while I understood the why’s, I am alarmed that I am  blasé about it.

Over-familiarity is a dangerous thing. I don’t want to be familiar with being taken for granted. That is not okay. I don’t want to be indifferent about things that matter.

I am not that kind of person. I don’t want to be that kind of person.

No.