The clan. My elder brother and his family of 5 children and 2 grandchildren are missing again this year. He has to work on raya day. Also missing is a widowed younger sister with her 2 girls. This younger sister was trusted into the care of a relative when she was few months old because my mother had to undergo an operation and I was barely 9 years old then. My father turned to a relative to help look after her. The relative 'refused' to return her after some times and with my mother's poor health and my father's unsteady income, things just flowed by and days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into years and she grew up hating the fact that she was 'given' away while the rest of us were 'kept'. I guess she never forgave us for that.
So, this year, again I led the procession of forgiveness seeking from the parents. It got easier every year with everyone taking up the cue accordingly. Even the three years old twins.
Baba got emotional when some neighbours in the spirit of Eid, sent 'ang pau' [money filled envelope; adapted from the chinese culture]. He took offence in the good spirit arguing that such deed make him looked so pathetic. The neighbours are females. And just as old as he is. Just as unwell.
Baba has been overly emotional over every damn small things.
I have to keep telling myself and my mum and brothers to let him be. No need to argue with him. Just bear with his 'weird' way unconditionally. A man is a king in his own 'castle'. Treat him with respect.
We managed to end the day with a small bbq. All in all, it was a great Eid celebration for our small family.