Meet Rawhi, my youngest brother, currently one year and a half old. He was born on a Wednesday, we woke up and found a letter stuck on the television, saying that my mum went to hospital and that we didn't need to go to school today. A few hours later, my mother came and along came with her Rawhi, wrapped in a blue blanket. He was good for a few months, until he reached the age of walking.
Now Rawhi is in the evil age. He loves adventuring in forbidden places, like the bathroom toilet or the guestroom. Leave him there for a few minutes and you'll find the place like a bomb zone. He is usually told off a few times or shouted at, but he doesn't really seem to care. At lunch time, he insists that he eats by himself, but he usually starts mixing stuff together and ends up eating 'rice with vimto' soup.
Although he has destroyed half the house, he is loved by everyone and now know a camera and smiles this weird smile whenever you want to take a picture. Right now, he is chewing on a book and screaming. He hates all his toys, so he resorts to chewing on something valuable like a mobile or dangling from the top of the television.
P.S In the photo, he is sitting next to his cousin Leen at my aunt's house. He's pretending to be all nice and lovely. As soon as the camera stopped clicking, he returned to smacking poor Leen in the face!
