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breakaway
Friday, April 10, 2009 // 11:19 AM


& nobody tells me what to do unless you're my momma, got it aye?
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Looking at her lying on the bed, motionless but still smiling when we stepped into her ward. She's getting old, she needs to be taken care of. She can hardly lift her muscles, she needs someone to help her bathe, to change her clothes, needs to be fed. I just can't believe that she looked so healthy before but so weak right now. I'm afraid of losing her. And I can't imagine if it were to happen to my grandmother, the one that has been living with me since I was born. I'd probably cry already.

The whole family visited Nenek to ensure she's alright. Mum said, maybe she is missing our late grandfather too much. Talking about him, made me miss him too. The fierce-looking old man but so caring and thoughtful for his grandchildren too, I lost him when I was nine years old. I can still remember those loud cries as cousins when it was time for his body to be buried.

Mum decided to bring Nenek home with us and they (Nenek's Children) needs to have a discussion this Sunday. I don't know what they're going to talk about but I know mum will tell me sooner or later. I don't really mind if mum took Nenek in with us though, Mum wants us to do a favour for her, ask her whether she needs the toilet, whether she's hungry and so on. Mum couldn't do everything because she needs to work, she wants us to go home straight from school instead and look after her. I'm willingly to do anything as long as she gets well soon. I guess she just needs company and someone to talk to , to make her smile and laugh again just like before.

As usual, Jeeha, Mum and I had our Mother & Daughter(s) talk till almost 2am just now, it was good. There's jokes, stories and definitely boys. Duhh(?) Mum talked about her olden days, those good old times, telling us to treasure our 'good' years from now cos my age is the best among all the years that she'd been through but also she warned me to treasure my virginity. & I do. I treasure my virginity. Its one of the precious thing in life. Well, she did taught me a lot of lesson in this world and I couldn't wait for another talk.