My son's graduation day is finally here. It felt that as if it was yesterday that I enrolled him for a two-year classes in the Islamic English pre-school just. Amir is growing up and he is going to be in Year 1 next year. How time flies. But he is still my baby, no matter how growned up he will be.
The family members who were present on that day to give Amir all the support he needs and to always be there for him, myself, Mama, Fatin and Arissa. Some of Amir's cousins were there, Nabil, Qila and Puteri. More would like to come but the fee was a bit more than one could chew, he he if you get what I mean. I cannot expect those who want to come to pay for themselves right? After all it is my son's graduation day. Thanks to all those well-wishers. 
Amir in his graduation robe. Handsome and ever ready to take up the challenges coming his way as he gets older, wiser and smarter, insyaAllah.A smile that could melt hearts because of his potentials. Truly one of those moments that made us proud parents of one Amir Farhan.
Amir and a friend in a stick dance presentation. He is among a handful of tall and big kids. Whenever I walk with him, people easily mistaken him as a Year 2 or Year 3 student because of his built.
Getting ready in one of the sport events he was in. Go Amir Go! Go Amir Go!
He bagged silver for one event. Could have gotten gold as his team mates and him were nicked in the very last minute.
A gold for another event. Always be thankful and grateful to Allah for what you have achived but never rest on your laurels, my son.
Last presentation before they part company. Auld Lang Syne. 
I forgot to mention that we got second prize in the lucky draw. A Spiderman school bag for Amir. The first prize was a bicycle. Syukur...
