It’s Okay Nini! It’s Okay!

Recently I keep remembering this little girl whom I spent 10 months with. She was just 2 years old who only could talk in her own language; baby language.

I was living in a country which wasn’t my culture. I lived in some kind of European environment. Sometimes I didn’t understand what they were talking about because I don’t understand their language.

I spent almost every day with this little naughty girl. She was a very aggressive little girl. Even though she couldn’t talk much in normal language, but she did talk a lot in her language. She liked talking and singing.

One day, she made me run back forth from first to the second floor over and over. That day, I extremely messed because of her. She was lying to me that she wanted to go to the toilet, but as soon as we went to the toilet, she was just playing with the water instead of doing what she said before we went up. I felt like “what the heck  did this little girl wanted to do?” And because I couldn’t do much since she was just two years old, so I just dropped myself into the corner of the bathroom and cry.

I could feel what I felt in the darkest time of my life when you did your best for people, when you trust people a lot and do whatever they asked you to do in the thought that they are your family, but in the end you found out that they were just “joking” with you, they talk behind you. They backstab you. The tired feeling has just come to me as soon as I dropped myself down.

“Why did you do that?”

“Did you think about other people?”

“It might fun for you, but not for other people”

Questions that came out from my mouth, I forgot that She probably didn’t understand what I said. And I cried… a lot…

“It’s okay Nini” those words came out from two years old little girl who never speaks clearly. She couldn’t even call my name right and turned it into a new name. She came close to me as she keeps saying those words.

“It’s okay Nini” she hugged me tight until both of her hands reached each other. “It’s okay,” she repeated it like she tried to convince me that everything is okay.

And I hugged her back, “Thank you Al”

THE MUSINGS

Sometimes the best words that we need are just a simple as those words that came from 2 years old girl, and a big tight hug that could cover all the words that wanted to be told.

(PS: I couldn’t post any of Al’s pictures due to her privacy)