hair starts to entangle between my fingers when i was combing thru her head of white perm hair.
holding onto her hand tightly.
touching her face, her skin were haggard and soft.
i no longer hear th familiar voice calling out for me.
i no longer see the the radiant smile on her face.
i can no longer tease her.
i can no longer see an old lady combing her hair right in front of th mirror, applying hazelnut cream and powder on her beautiful skin.
no matter how fat i was when i was young grandma has never call me fat.
im grateful for all the unconditional love and care she has been showering on us.
she is a very strong old lady.
independent old lady who washed her clothes with her own hands even at the age of 82.
she loves dozing off on th sofa near th door every afternoon.
her favourite tau sar pian with hot water.
her constant remindar that im pretty i no need to go on diet.
grandma you have been sleeping for too long,
it's time to wake up.
we're all waiting for you.
i miss you.
god, why are you torturing such a kind lady like her?
♥ 12:14 PM