The Little Things

I  remember the day before Eid ul Fitr, we were busy cleaning the house and fixing everything that needs fixing. I was the tallest in my family, so I was given the task to replace all the non-functioning light bulbs. Another fact is, all the men in our family is afraid of heights, even if it's just a few steps up a ladder. I asked one of my brothers to hold the ladder while I climb up. My dad played the supervisor, telling me what to do from the ground, while my other brother, his job was to hand me the replacement bulb. My sister was the spectator and the garbage bag hostess. Four people, one bulb.

Suddenly my brother dropped this on us;
"So how many engineers does it take to screw in a lightbulb?"
Followed  by a short pause, before "Four."
We all laughed pathetically, because-- you see, all of us are engineers, and engineers to be. T'was a bad joke, if you write it in a book, it wouldn't even be a joke.

This. times two, makes four of us. Haha

 And we comment on a family full of doctors. What are we, then?
Welcome to the engineering world, Hafidz Iddin ;D