Taken all the time to clear my mind off to get back on my studies. It’s been almost a week now, since he went away, yet I still feel him around.
Those days when I used to go over to spend my holidays at Gram’s place are still so clear in my mind’s eye. Somehow, Grandpa’s death made me recollect my childhood days.
I remembered how we used to sleep over for 3 or 4 days there, with all our cousins. We would try waking up extremely early in the morn- about 5 or 6 a.m. just to follow grams to go for their morning walk/exercise. Sometimes, all of us got angry cause we woke up and grams are already out on their daily walks. Claiming they didn’t want to wake us up since we slept so late the night before.
Other times, grams would take us along, and we’ll talk and laugh as we walk. They’ll drop us all at the Tunku Abdul Rahman Park, which we used to refer to it as the ‘Mushroom Park’. About 8 or 8.30a.m, we’ll have breakfast at those coffee shops.
We’ll spend the afternoon begging grandpa to bring us to bookshops at Petaling Street. Then he’ll just laugh and walk away, and out on the streets—he loves to walk. He spends his day just walking from the house to everywhere possible.
We’ll end up playing Monopoly or other kinds of games. We’ll get Gin Wai’s toys to play. We play the marriage game...lol. And took toy dogs as our pet dog. We pretend those rooms are houses. We pretend the balcony’s our kitchen, and the closet as our washroom.
Once Grandpa reaches home from his walk, we’ll rush out to tell him we’re all ready to go out. He’ll just laugh, and agree to bring us all out. We’ll walk all the way to Petaling Street, and we’ll just buy anything possible from there. I remember how we always didn’t have enough money. Grandpa would want to pay for us anyway. We will go from Bookshops to bookshops. Popular, to Big Book Shop, to those other small bookshops. We’ll be running back, and enjoyed it every single time.
I remembered early mornings breaking in V.I. We’ll try racing at the running track… bluekZz. I was only about 8 or 9 years old then.
Then I remembered how everyone nicknamed me ‘honey’ cause Mom told everyone I love drinking honey. eWww..
One Saturday while we’re spending our holiday at Grams, grandpa was watching the evening news, and during the sports highlight, grandma started saying how nice and high the nose of that runner is. Grandpa somehow misheard, and said “yea, 7 feet long”. All of us burst into laughter. he was thinking about their long feet.
posted by Nic @ 10:18
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