I love you Grandma
as i read 'chicken soup for the soul', it felt like the book was really healing my soul, gathering all the pieces which have scattered around since when the hospital 'suspected' that my dad had cancer (thank God that the specialist said that it wasn't cancer)and when i burnt the jossticks for my grandma. That old smily winkled face of her etched in my head and mind, never will it fade. i didnt say my last goodbye to her, i would never be able to. i didn't return soon enough and she couldnt wait.
The life of an international student, glamour, knowledge, eye opening experiences and all, but nothing comes free. It is too hard to believe that someone so dear to me has left me forever. The cold picture show her face looking at me, the same old look, but why did it seem so distant? she always said among all the grandchildren, i was the most stubborn girl, always liked to do things in my own way, but i cared for her cos i care to massage for her when she was tired (i used to dislike that job though), talked to her and entertained her.
her life was beyond my imagination, a life story that i thought would only exist in novels. Became an orphan at the age of 5, my grandma was sent to a rich family to be a maid, and during her time, being maids are actually close to being slaves. all the stories about the tortures from her little Missy and Mr that she had to endure since the age of 5 always make my blood boil, always thought that if i were to live at that time, i would rescure her out of that Cruella family. i dont know if my grandpa was the one who rescued her, she had never told me about how she got out of it.
stories about her can go on forever. but i dont like to be the one who tell them all. i miss my grandma. i miss knowing that she was there, that she was waiting for my next holiday to come.
sometimes i wish that i had returned earlier, that i had been able to send her away. but it is now all too late. knowing that it is just wishing in vain makes my heart sink. I tried to forgive myself for not knowing what was happening. A picture can paint a thousand words, but even a thousand pictures cannot pain one's feelings. Good nite Grandma! I love you.
The life of an international student, glamour, knowledge, eye opening experiences and all, but nothing comes free. It is too hard to believe that someone so dear to me has left me forever. The cold picture show her face looking at me, the same old look, but why did it seem so distant? she always said among all the grandchildren, i was the most stubborn girl, always liked to do things in my own way, but i cared for her cos i care to massage for her when she was tired (i used to dislike that job though), talked to her and entertained her.
her life was beyond my imagination, a life story that i thought would only exist in novels. Became an orphan at the age of 5, my grandma was sent to a rich family to be a maid, and during her time, being maids are actually close to being slaves. all the stories about the tortures from her little Missy and Mr that she had to endure since the age of 5 always make my blood boil, always thought that if i were to live at that time, i would rescure her out of that Cruella family. i dont know if my grandpa was the one who rescued her, she had never told me about how she got out of it.
stories about her can go on forever. but i dont like to be the one who tell them all. i miss my grandma. i miss knowing that she was there, that she was waiting for my next holiday to come.
sometimes i wish that i had returned earlier, that i had been able to send her away. but it is now all too late. knowing that it is just wishing in vain makes my heart sink. I tried to forgive myself for not knowing what was happening. A picture can paint a thousand words, but even a thousand pictures cannot pain one's feelings. Good nite Grandma! I love you.
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