Yesterday marked the 9th anniversary since my late grandma left her family and got nearer to God.
*Al-fatihah*
She was my mum's mum. I missed her alot and the memories I had about her will never fade away. I still remember being her grandson who cried randomly in class a few days later after her death. Flunked at my studies for that period because I couldn't focus at all. Yea'.. Who can stay focus after losing their loved ones right?
She's the type of grandma who adapts to "Kampong Life". I still can remember vividly, every Saturday evening she asked me, my siblings and my cousins to catch rabbits and chickens which was on the loose outside my cousin's mansion apartment. So funny! And the irony part was that it was always her who catch them all at the end of the day.
She also had her very own miny garden at the area around my cousin's mansion house. Mangos, Pandans, and many more. Coolness! Then each time my cousins and I finished playing catching and pallet guns, we secretly plucked out some of those mangos and bring it to the back of the house to eat.Hahaha! Don't ever want to get scolded by her man. When she scolds, she loves to say this 2 words, "Barua Rascal"! Lol. Even though I don't know what barua means, it still sounds so vulgar.
Gosh talking about her make me miss her more now. But I know for sure she's in the safe hand of God.
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That's the bottom line because I said so.
