I still remember it was Friday the 13th back in 1993. It has been that long already. Yet I can still remember what happened that day.
So many things has happen since you passed away. I finished Secondary school and polytechnic. Gone thru NS, found my first job and am now in my 4th working year.
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if you are still around. Would I be as independent as I am now? Or would I still be a mummy’s boy. I really wonder.
It has been 14 years since I last talked to you mum. There is no more sad feelings inside. I guess I’ve gotten over it. Still remember my teacher and classmates saying my eyes were swollen from crying at your funeral. I do miss you from time to time. But grown to accept that we can only meet again when I return my NRIC. Not sure when will that be. Don’t think it will be so soon ba.
But I know you will always be watching us from above. We will take care of ourselves too. Don’t worry.
Oh…. btw mum. If you are able to, please visit dad in his dream and ask him to stop smoking. Terrible lah, claim that he quitted already but still smoking everytime we are not watching. Tsk tsk….