Waking up in the morning for sahur isn’t my most favorite thing in the world. At this age, I still rely on my mum to knock my door to tell me to wake up at 5 the morning.
When I reach the ground floor, I see my sister, seated on her mini dining table in front of the TV, having sahur and greeting me cheerfully:
“Good morning, Cikyong! Wow, you look like Anna when she just woke up!”
Gee thanks, Asna -_-