Remember Where You Came From.

You're back home for a semester break after your first year at college. You've changed. Even what you wear daily are different from those worn by kampung folks. You're cool from the younger generation perceptions. Hip. Sophisticated. Uncle Teoh, who's known you since you were a baby, generously gives you a job right after your SPM. One day, he mention to your dad that your demeanour sometimes frightens the pets. Dad's not surprised. After all, you play Bob Marley songs till four a.m. You're not exactly a ray of sunshine. But dad's patient with you. Until one day,when dad's had enough. " The people in this kampung are your friends, the folks who were there for you when you were growing up.These are the people you could turn to, count on. Who teached, tutored, coached and cheered you.Don't think you're suddenly so much better than them just because you're in college. These people helped get you there". Dad then paused, take a deep breath and continue, "Don't forget the people who were with you from the start. Don't be such a big shot. Remember where you came from". A glass of lukewarm water will be OK before I go to bed. Happy sleeping...