>Did you know, well other than my husband. There’s one particular man I adore very much. My late grandpa.
I miss him. That’s why I love to talk about him.
I just browsed through my YouTube videos and I stumbled into this one video that he was in it. A video of us celebrating my mum’s birthday I think in Puteri restaurant in TTDI in 2008. I sat beside him.
Seeing him, calm me down.
That’s why masa kecik2 I love to sleep at his place. I love going to his kebun with him. I love visiting his mom’s grave with him. I love picking fruits with him eventhough deep down I hate getting bites from the mosquitos.
Atuk.
He would tell me endless story about how he grew up, his birth place, his love and passion for gardening and such. What school he went to. I told him he has his mom looks and he likes it. You know how i knew, because he replied my statement with a big smile on his face.
He never wants me to pay for his meal everytime we eat out. He said I’m unemployed so I don’t need to pay. I said so what, and I’ve to steal away the bill quickly so I could pay his meal. I remember teaching him to use the computer so we could chat online whenever I’m here. I wrote from A to Z in his book so he wouldn’t forget. He’s doing pretty darn good at computer for his age. He knew how to read online newspaper.
He always left his car key on the ignition. While I always take it out and give it to him. He always doesn’t close the door properly, and I would close it properly for him. He laughed. I laughed. Ah, what an amazing good old days that sometimes I wish he’s here, today. To see my son. To be there for us when the time gets tough. Especially now.
Miza rindu atuk.
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