19/01/22
Tomorrow will mark 1 year that mak has left us, it might be like any other day for others but to me it will be the saddest day of my life. Every now and then, I will miss her phone call that I used to lament about. 'Ema balik makan?' Every now and then, I will wonder how much tissue she would have used if she is here. Sometimes, I recalled the time we spent stuck together at the hospital and going back and forth from IJN to home, listening to Happy by Pharrell and how she said she liked that song. How she always fall asleep in front of the television and I would always tell her to go in and go to sleep. Everyday, as I looked back I know all her life she live for others, for me, my sister and my dad. I hope now she is resting in a better place. And now, every now and then, I silently pray for her happiness and still hope she will always be looking and praying for me like how she always do. This little hope thou I know those who left has no more attachment towards this worl