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..Cindy's Talk On..Tuesday, August 12, 2008 ' 7:03 PM
I went back again for the weekend. short trip just to visit my grandma, who is now sick.
I pray for her fast recovery i pray for miracle.
My heart sinks when i see her condition.
But with her condition, it touches me when she still tries to reach out to us to hug us,
especially when my sister and i told her that we will visit her next weekend and told her she's gonna be okay (when we were about to leave).
If this space is a paper, it would have already been wet since the moment i started writing.



Now she's on drip



and morphin



Grandma was perfectly fine before this, she even came to KL to stay with us for a short trip.
Only after the operation she became weak, and it got worse as days passed.
I treat her like my own mother, because my grandma and (late) grandfather were the ones who took care of me ever since i was young.
My mom used to send me there when she goes to work.
Though i was young that time, memories are still clear in my mind, because they are very important to me, which is why up till now i treat them with great concern.
Imagine, i even went for my piano classes which i hated the most cuz of my grandpa, he told me ," one day, i want you to play a beautiful song for akong", and the day came. The day i told him i was going to graduate, my akong smiled like there's no tomorrow.
When grandpa passed away, I cried my hearts out because i wasn't there for him when he took his last breath.

Seeing her on the webcam, is very hard for me. And her trying her best, lifting her head up, looking back at the screen at us ... Priceless...*sigh* Why can't i just be there?
I don't mind driving back every weekend just to see her, i just hope that she recovers back and stay healthy.

I love my grandma loads, so Grandma please be strong and don't give up.


Love, Cindy >.<







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