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coolerthanthouI was looking through the notes saved in my phone (I have a tendency to write things down on my phone, lest I forget them, somehow.) and got reminded of the old neighbour I used to have.
She's still alive and is really really old now. It's just that my family moved to another apartment since we used to live at my own gramma's place.
I always found her very endearing ever since I was little and got to have the idea that she lived opposite my family, and we are neighbours. I was taught to call her 'nenek' each time I see her, and I always made sure that I did, and getting her nod and smile in return.
I wrote that note a few months back, when I was in the car, on the way back to my gramma's place after going to the columbarium that day. I wrote it based on the memory when I first walked out of the lift and got to see that nenek's door's open.
And as if out of a habit that I carry out everyday, I popped my head in and called out : nenek!!
She was on a wheelchair, and when she heard me, she took her time to raise her head to see who it was at the door. She really took some time to give me a nod and a smile, just like the old times. (:
It didn't take me a few months later to realize that she have really gotten on with time, and to be really honest, too much. She have gotten on too much, than what I've expected things to be.
It really upsets me even though we're not blood related. To me, she's like another elder who've watched me grow from a puny kid who plays with her grandchildren to who I am right now. Even though whenever I go back to my gramps' place, I couldn't get the chance to pop my head into her house since her door is closed, for she is resting inside her room.
Seeing how frail she have gotten, it really wrenches hearts.
But then again, what else can i do, other than hoping and praying that her health would be better than well and live longer?
Such is life, isn't it?
She's still alive and is really really old now. It's just that my family moved to another apartment since we used to live at my own gramma's place.
I always found her very endearing ever since I was little and got to have the idea that she lived opposite my family, and we are neighbours. I was taught to call her 'nenek' each time I see her, and I always made sure that I did, and getting her nod and smile in return.
I wrote that note a few months back, when I was in the car, on the way back to my gramma's place after going to the columbarium that day. I wrote it based on the memory when I first walked out of the lift and got to see that nenek's door's open.
And as if out of a habit that I carry out everyday, I popped my head in and called out : nenek!!
She was on a wheelchair, and when she heard me, she took her time to raise her head to see who it was at the door. She really took some time to give me a nod and a smile, just like the old times. (:
It didn't take me a few months later to realize that she have really gotten on with time, and to be really honest, too much. She have gotten on too much, than what I've expected things to be.
It really upsets me even though we're not blood related. To me, she's like another elder who've watched me grow from a puny kid who plays with her grandchildren to who I am right now. Even though whenever I go back to my gramps' place, I couldn't get the chance to pop my head into her house since her door is closed, for she is resting inside her room.
Seeing how frail she have gotten, it really wrenches hearts.
But then again, what else can i do, other than hoping and praying that her health would be better than well and live longer?
Such is life, isn't it?
Tillagain.
Edit: Just realized the irony between this post and the song that I'm listening to right now. Ugh. :X
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