He'll always be with me, forever.

I was at my cousin's house this Tuesday for a pizza party to celebrate my uncle's birthday.

When it was time to go home, my younger cousin sister - Yo-En, said: " When I'm Form 2, you're Form 4."
I was like, " Yeah.. So?" Then my other cousin sister - Yoxin, said, " Oh my God!! Then when she's Form 4 we're Form 6 already!!!! Wahh.."

Then Yo-En said, " Wahh.. I cannot imagine you when you're 17 years old."

I said, " Yeah.. I can't even imagine myself at 10 years old already. What's more 17 years old!!"

Yoxin said, " Wahh.. We're actually getting older leh.. Getting matured already. Hahaha!!"




Then it hit me.


After all these years, I didn't even realized that I'm growing every single day. I never realized how fast time flies. I never realized how much memory I have with my primary school and friends. Every piece of memory we've spent together. Every laughter. Each time we become friends again after a quarrel. Every time we helped each other. Every time we got scolded by the teacher together.

Every piece of memory is like a puzzle piece. If lost, then the picture shall never be completed.

Then there was the time I spent in my kindergarten, with the cute name that I love so very much-Jack & Jill. My teacher that was so kind and loving. The pictures that I drew with an older sister-like friend. The cards I made every Mother's Day and Father's Day. All written on my memory.

Even though I cannot remember clearly, but I still remember the time my grandfather would bring me to the "Kopitiam" near my old house in SS2. The time he would order a cup of coffee and wipe the saucer clean, then pour some coffee in for me to drink.
I even remember the time when I was in my uncle's house. Everybody was is the living room, crying. Every relative, every friend, was there. A circle was formed. Everyone took turns to look into the open lid on the coffin that laid at the center of the room. My mom picked me up. And I saw my Grandfather in the coffin, eyes closed.

In the cold June of year 2000, my Granddad left us.

I was six then, and I wasn't sure what was happening. I went back to play.

The next day, I didn't find Grandpa in my house. I cried. I cried. I cried!! Then I realized, he's left me, his closest granddaughter, forever.

I love you, Grandpa.