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 I love sitting in my garden especially when it is windy. Looking at the colourful flowers really relax my mind. I did fall asleep once. No wonder, my mother loved sitting here. This Monday, my mother will be here and every week, she'll be here except weekends. Insya Allah.  I feel grateful to Allah for still having emak. I am so lucky. And I still have Ma. She's younger than emak. Before I left Kelantan during the Deepavali break, I met Ma and she held my right arm.  Last time, she took my right hand and kissed it. Ma is a very good mother in law. When I had no child, people ( of course ladies) would ask me about when I was going to have a baby. That's why I didn't like to attend any kenduri but I had to.  Sometimes, they're so mean. They just said what they like.  They didn't think about the person's feeling. I kept quiet but Ma would say something to shut their mouth. Nobody dared to disturb me when she's around. She is my hero. Although it has been a long time ago, yup she is still my hero.

About my late father, my dearest Abah. A day before he passed away, he stared at the ceiling. It's like he's communicating with someone. He took my hand , kissed it and put my hand on his chest. Then he looked back at the ceiling and nodded. It's a mysterious , silent conversation. But I think he introduced me to ........... I don't know who.

One day, when the time has come,  we'll lose the person that we love or may be, we will leave first. We don't know. Only Allah knows. Either we are ready or not, when the time has come, we have to leave. That's the reality of life.