What I Miss Most

In this wee hours of the night, reminds me of what I miss most - my mother. Being the youngest of 7 siblings, I had lived with her the longest (my father had died when I was 15, year 1976). Even when I had moved to Kuala Lumpur to work, I would return to Taiping to visit her every month. The trips became more frequent (every two weeks) in the last 4 years of her life. She got shingles for almost two years and then, she had a stroke which paralysed her left side of her weak body during her remaining 2 years. My mother had finally "gone home" on 17 August 2009, at the age of 89. Since her parting, I still make my trip to Taiping but only once every three months or so. Just to look at the old house and to visit my parents graves. Mom (and Dad), I miss you both.