Life can be so random..everything can change in a sudden..i don't know what will happen when i go back to seremban tomorrow..wednesday would be worst...i scare i will cry again...
My popo passed away when i was in 7 years old..that time..i was still young and naive..and i couldnt really remember what had happened. i knew that she was sick and needs to see doctor frequently..i even went to the clinic with her..Then..after some time..popo have to stay in hospital already...but i was still young...i dont really know much..then there was one day...everyone went to the hospital...then i still remember i have to squeeze the water into her mouth because she was not able to drink by herself..then she even fed me something to eat...Then..i don't know how..she passed away...
I remember a lot of people came and pay their respect to my popo...a lot of rituals were being performed...then i remember i stare at popo for very long...wonder why is she lying in the coffin...then i realize she moved a bit..i quickly called my dad and said 'popo havent die..she moved..faster bring her out..' then my dad pulled me away and said soemthing to me...which i cnt remember...that was like 12 years ago...
i hope il be strong this time..strong enough to not cry infront of everyone...
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