The last thing…

The last dinner my mum had with us was also the last dinner my mum cooked for us…my dad, my brother, myself and my brother’s girlfriend. Although now I couldn’t really remember what she cooked, I knew that it was one of the few family dinners we had in a long time. It’s really fortunate that we managed to have one on that saturday, on the day before the incident happened the next morning…

The last wonderful dish which my mum cooked was the rendang curry which she tried a new recipe-in-a-packet thingy from the supermarket. it was two weeks ago I think.

The last breakfast I had with my mum at the coffeeshop was…oh no I can’t remember when was that.

One of the last things my mum asked me to do was to check with my officer whether I could take leave on the last week of november to go shanghai for a holiday…and I never managed to get back to her on that…

One of the last things that I wanted to tell my mum was that one of my airforce friends who came our house on friday afternoon commented that the house is very well kept dust-free and clean…

One of the last words which I spoke to my mum the night before, I think, was, ‘ya-lah ya-lah’…

One of the last words which my mum said was, “very pain lah….call the ambulance….”

Now everything seemed like a daze, like a dream, so surreal. Like she has went to work forever and never coming back.

I regret that I’ve taken my mum for granted, so much so that sometimes I do not feel her absence strange.

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