Attending Godma’s wake alone
Insisting of going thou parents went the day before
Met her once and left a great impression on me

Flash back caught me while sitting there
Made me think of my grandma’s wake
Way back when I was in kindergarten.
Images flow in vividly
Hospital, doctors, nurses , the long corridor, the fast footsteps, the close doors, whispering among the people, the sad faces, heavy footsteps and lastly the me that was not allowed in.
The day the start of the wake to the end
No tears from me
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Don’t want to continue
It’s too much for me to take it.

End here...


People choose to capture pictures of happiness
Leaving out the pictures of sadness
This time I’m being madness
Capturing faces of sadness
Comparing side by side with the pictures of happiness