One simply does not get over such loss; every once in a while, memories of Mom and Dad still haunt me.
Just the other day, I woke up from bed, and remembered how Mom used to get out from lying on the couch in the house when I visited. She never slept much at night, but always caught up with her sleep in the day time, downstairs on the couch. I remember how her hair was always "flattened" on one side and used to laugh with her about that. She'd always respond with "toksah gilah!" or "oh... panday giat guah ehh!" or "aiii... yah kah, mati skeh... ada orang datang ehhh?".
Dad on the other hand... was always the one awake, reading the papers or a book.
Memories.
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