Without really realizing it, its been 2 weeks Wan ( my grandma ) stayed in the hospital. Not only that I got to spend most of my free hours in Tawakkal - I also got a bit tied up with office works and my ownself since I was down with a high fever last week. I'm not 100% healed, but I'm getting better.
As Wan in the hospital, I saw too many colors inside the family. The kind one, the show off one, the sulking one, the depressed one and yea so many to listed out.
When I saw her old face, she is 85 this year well I never thought I could be that far anywaay, I could still remember those days whenever the school holidays and the cousins turun bentong .. I would ask my mom to send her to my grand's house and we would sleep on the mattress in the hall.. With the cat snoozed in between our legs. The morning when we woke up, the breakfast would be ready and Wan would ask us to brush our teeth and washed the face then to get our breakfast with her. Then we would play, or went to shower or would just wait for raining so we could have free shower in the balcony.
Then sometimes we would follow Wan to the town and ride a bus. Ala ala jakun. Then we would go n buy stuff at the market. This I could remember vividly. But I can still remember that whenever we stayed at her house during school holidays, she would cook us her fave dish - it was something like masak lemak cili api but rather than using fresh chilies, she uses ground dried chilies - cooked and pounded. The gulai was a chicken dish. And she would fried some fishes and to eat it with sambal belacan. I miss her sambal belacan.. In fact, I learn to eat sambal belacan with her sambal not my mom's.
I just can't keep my eyes of her look just now.. 85 and her hair still black.. Only 30% grey haired. She looks like a baby sometimes.. My aunt spotted her taking her mom's pic out of her bag. She would kiss the pic and stared at the picture for a while..
Ahh can't really cont writing.. Maybe later ill resume.
Love,
Amylia
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As Wan in the hospital, I saw too many colors inside the family. The kind one, the show off one, the sulking one, the depressed one and yea so many to listed out.
When I saw her old face, she is 85 this year well I never thought I could be that far anywaay, I could still remember those days whenever the school holidays and the cousins turun bentong .. I would ask my mom to send her to my grand's house and we would sleep on the mattress in the hall.. With the cat snoozed in between our legs. The morning when we woke up, the breakfast would be ready and Wan would ask us to brush our teeth and washed the face then to get our breakfast with her. Then we would play, or went to shower or would just wait for raining so we could have free shower in the balcony.
Then sometimes we would follow Wan to the town and ride a bus. Ala ala jakun. Then we would go n buy stuff at the market. This I could remember vividly. But I can still remember that whenever we stayed at her house during school holidays, she would cook us her fave dish - it was something like masak lemak cili api but rather than using fresh chilies, she uses ground dried chilies - cooked and pounded. The gulai was a chicken dish. And she would fried some fishes and to eat it with sambal belacan. I miss her sambal belacan.. In fact, I learn to eat sambal belacan with her sambal not my mom's.
I just can't keep my eyes of her look just now.. 85 and her hair still black.. Only 30% grey haired. She looks like a baby sometimes.. My aunt spotted her taking her mom's pic out of her bag. She would kiss the pic and stared at the picture for a while..
Ahh can't really cont writing.. Maybe later ill resume.
Love,
Amylia
Sent by Maxis from my BlackBerry® smartphone