My boy…

This is an adaptation of a short story that I like very much. The original is entitled “Christmas Boy”; I don’t know who the writer is. In fact, I first read this story in a school examination paper a long time ago. A colleague had chosen to use it as the comprehension passage.  Well, I have changed it quite a bit to give it a Malaysian setting…..

Kamelia and her husband were indeed baffled at the sight of the crowd at their Hari Raya Puasa open house.  They had been forewarned regarding this but never in their wildest dreams had they expected their relatives from far and wide and even their neighbours – regardless of colour and creed – to show up by the droves, each bringing a special home-cooked delicacy to share with one and all.  Every corner echoed with the drone of their chatter, and also the laughter and shrieks of the excited and happy children among them and the whole house seemed to glow with warmth and love once again, exactly like how it was years ago when Aidil Fitri was around…


Hari Raya lamps (selinz's


                        It used to be a lonely and quiet affair, Hari Raya at her own house when she was growing up.  Unlike most children, Kamelia did not look forward to the occasion because she had no siblings to share the excitement with.  She was the only child.  “When I grow up, Mak, I’m going to have no less than six kids of my own,” she had announced one day, and her mother just smiled pensively at her candid remark.


                        At twenty-four, she met Mr. Right and soon tied the knot.  However, they did not imagine that they would be plagued by the problem of producing children.  They reckoned that it was God’s way of testing their patience but as the years rolled by, eventually, they opted for adoption; it was the superstition of some that childless couples would be blessed with their own flesh and blood eventually.


                        It was almost a year before he came, the baby, barely a month old. She named him Aidil Fitri because he had come to her during that joyful season in the Muslim month of Syawal. Then, be it miraculously or by mere coincidence, they had two biological children in succession, and although it was not as many as Kamelia had hoped for, she was thankful enough that at least, it was much better than what it was like for her during her solitary childhood.



Beef rendang (Deddie-sion's photo @


                        As he grew up, Aidil Fitri developed a love for cooking and his culinary skills were known far and wide.  He even perfected his mother’s beef rendang which, already, was reputed to be the best in the neighbourhood.  Everyone made it a point to drop by every Hari Raya just to savour the impeccable taste of his cuisine.  Each year, without fail, Aidil Fitri, who was no less adept with his hands, would personally make all the ketupat shells in a myriad of colours using ribbons to decorate the house.


                        Tragedy struck on his 28th Hari Raya Puasa when he left his family as unexpectedly as he had come.  He died when a speeding car in the balik kampung rush crashed into his vehicle.  At the time, he was on his way home to his dear wife and little daughter after having stopped earlier at his mother’s house to decorate it for the festival and also to give the old lady some of the beef rendang that he had painstakingly prepared for the auspicious occasion.

Road accident (shawnblog's

                        Grief-stricken, Kamelia and her husband sold the house where in every nook and cranny, they would be haunted and tormented by memories of Aidil Fitri.  They settled in a small house in the country, away from the hustle and bustle and the bright city lights.  Their life in this desolate place reminded Kamelia of her lonely childhood and each year, Hari Raya Puasa would pass unnoticed.  Kamelia’s second son moved to Sabah after he got married and he would carry on the Hari Raya traditions with his own family there.  Her third son, a lawyer, seemed fulfilled by his career and was not very much into these traditional festivities.  As soon as the holidays arrived each year, he would take off to some posh holiday resort in some inconspicuous corner of the world to laze and idle around until it was time to get back to work.


                        One day, Kamelia was sitting on the verandah of the wooden house, staring into the far distance at nothing in particular.  She heard a car approaching and when it screeched to a stop right in front of her house, out stepped her granddaughter.  Nek! Nek! Assalamualaikum!” she shrieked in her chirpy voice while waving her arms hysterically from the distance.  Behind her, carrying a huge cardboard box, came her mother.  After paying their respects to Kamelia, they swept past her into the house to put up the decorations.  In her granddaughter’s deep brown eyes and cheeky grin, she saw the reflection of Aidil Fitri and Kamelia recognised the ketupat shells instantly and she felt her warm tears flowing down her cheeks.  They were Aidil Fitri’s; they had kept them all these years…

Hari Raya decor ('s photo/

                        It was a delightful Hari Raya Puasa that year.  Everyone sang praises of the mouth-watering beef rendang prepared by Kamelia’s granddaughter who obviously had not only inherited her father’s facial features but also his gift at cooking.  Some time later that night when everyone had gone home, Kamelia sat alone and a thought flashed through her mind – that a true family would not need to be one’s own flesh and blood.   No doubt he was adopted but even though he had gone away from them, he had left behind so many things that would remind them of his warmth, his love…  The memory of Aidil Fitri would forever stay and be cherished in their hearts. “Thank you, my son,” Kamelia whispered, as she wiped away a tear that had trickled down her cheek.   

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Author: suituapui

Ancient relic but very young at heart. Enjoys food and cooking...and travelling and being with friends.

9 thoughts on “My boy…”

  1. Looking forward to Hari Raya and beef rendang already??!! Haha.
    What a coincidence, i have a trainee named Al Fitri who just joined us this week.

    Not really…but come to think of it, when ah? Oooo…puasa month!!! Ramadan stalls!!! Yum!!! Yum!!!

  2. I’m hoping Angelina Jolie and/or Brad Pitt will give us an autobiography of their lives detailing all the adoptions and their biological kids. Of course that will be the Hollywood perspective, or maybe restrospective, when that comes out.

    The definition of family has taken on a wider meaning, some even incorporating friends, ergo a new term, “framily”. The common theme would simply be love, as unconditional as humanly possible.

    I wonder what those kids will turn out to be like knowing those offspring of celebrities like Nicole Richie, Paris Hilton….. True, and I am glad that I am blessed with lots of very good friends everywhere…but I guess they’re also the same. Some may use and abuse you and take advantage of your affection for them…

  3. This is very nice indeed…the couple in the story is very lucky.. but I heard there’s a case here in Sabah where the adopted boy killed the parents when he’s all grown up..

    Glad u like it! Guess it’s the same even with one’s own flesh and blood. Heard of a case here where the son took out a gun and threatened to shot his rich father unless he bailed him out when the stock market crashed. Think it’s all fated – God’s will – for I have seen parents who shower their kids with so much love and yet they turn out bad…and there are some who did not have such a good life and yet they are so good!!! Haiz!!! Life’s so complicated!

  4. food..i shall have those starting from tomorrow nite onwards XD

    You’re flying home tonight? Good! Any more bloggers’ meet I’ll drag u along!

  5. ketupat ketupat…where art thou? i’ve never been to any hari raya open house or invited by any muslims friends to their house just yet..hahaha

    Aiyor! Why u so kesian? Hmmm…if I can go to KL or Penang then, I can bring u to visit my Malay friends there including famous blogger Noktah Hitam (Tak malu, orang tak jemput pun!! Hehehehehe!!!)! Wait a minute! Don’t have any in Penang, just KL! Or maybe u can come to Kuching or Sibu! Everyone can fly!!!

  6. It’s really horrible how children seem to neglect their parents after growing up. It is a very sad situation and may God deal with them accordingly. I hope i will not grow up to be such person

    I certainly hope not…..

  7. that will be ifffffff im free..

    ROTFLMAO!!! As if u have SOOOOO many commitments!!!! Hahahahaha!!!!

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