My Granddad

My dad told me stories of his father and his uncles today on the way back from school.

He told me that my his granddad and his dad wasn't much of a family or friends..

My granddad (my dad's dad, obviously..) came from China (which I knew) and he worked as someone hu sold biscuits on a bicycle(u noe, those old days..) for a living..
So, when his(my granddad) father came to Malaysia, my granddad was the one hu earned money for him.. And when my granddad's brothers came to Malaysia too, his dad gave the money to his brothers and never told them that he was the one hu earned those money!!!!!(Which means my great-granddad loved the other two sons more than my granddad..)

And my great-granddad always left the good ones for the other two fellas... lalala.. ((u noe wat i mean, don't u? All those berat sebelah(if ya dunno wat it means, too bad!) stuffs..))

So, when my granddad couldn't stand his dad's attitude, he moved to Johor Baru..
And the both of them never ever spoke for 10 straight years..
Until!!!!! For the first time in 10 years, my great-granddad came to visit my granddad. (My dad was about 8 years old)
(I wasn't sure if they actually came together again...)

So when my dad died, my granddad died poor, in the sense that he had no money; But he also died rich, in the sense that he was a great man with great morals.

Even though I never got to noe my granddad, coz I was born late and he died early, I can tell that he was a very kind man with a good heart.