Given to by anak Tahir

“Hello,” I say. I hold out my hand. Ali does not take it. He only stares. His smile falters slightly. He looks puzzled. I wonder why.
“You shake hands with your right,” Ali points out. He extends his right hand. I take it.
I don’t understand the difference.
Ali asks the time. I hold up my left wrist. My watch is there. I tell him the time. Ali looks puzzled. I can only ask why.
Ali holds up his left wrist. I see his watch. He fixes the time.
“Everyone here wears it like this,” he says.
Ali is boring. He keeps telling me I do things wrong. I am tired of that. So, I go away. I go somewhere else.
I see Sally. Sally is coloring. That looks fun. I go join Sally. I pick up a pencil. Coloring is fun.
“Weird!” Sally exclaims. I look around. Nothing is weird. I look at Sally. She looks at my hand. My hand holds the pencil. It is my right hand.
Sally holds up her pencil. Sally’s pencil is in her left hand. I move my pencil. Now I use my left hand. I do not understand the difference. Coloring is fun.
Ali comes by. He wants to join. He looks at our pencils.
“Left hand!” he exclaims. Ali uses his right hand.
Now I am angry. I pick up another pencil. I color with my left hand. I color with my right hand. I color with both. Coloring is fun.
“Left hand!” says Ali.
“Right hand!” says Sally.
“Weird!” say both.
I ignore them. I do no care. I want to color. Maybe I should use my feet. I ponder that thought. Just to be really different