I heard this story three times on Saturday, from different people and different perspectives; but it’s still a lovely story altogether.

In the late 70s, my uncle Mohlis worked as a ship engineer. He used to be away from home for weeks at a time. He’s the second of ten siblings.

When he’s due home, his younger siblings would get together to prepare his welcome-home cake.

Cik Uzi would bake the cake.
My dad would cut the cake into the shape of a ship.
He’d also lead the other siblings to decorate the cake with its icing.

I could imagine how wonderful it would be to come back from a long trip overseas, to see that your brothers and sisters have happily prepared a nice gift for you.

It may have only been a cake, but it must have meant a lot.