When we go back to Malaysia...

I began to treasure everybody around me after losing Ricky. 'Cherish the people around you when they are still around' is a trite saying yet only people who have experienced it can voice this whole-heartedly.

I'm afraid, very afraid, of the unknown. I prayed for mother at the temple today and I realised how much I love her; I did my maths and I realised how long I haven't seen my grandparents; I looked at him and I realised how concerned I am with his health.

It occurred to me that I could have sent letters and cards to my grandparents for the past 6 years. Now that I have decided to do it, I'm afraid that they will not see it. I am not a pessimistic person but Ricky let me know that anything can happen in a week, lest to say a period of 6 years. And so I hesistate.

can we go back to Kulai?