Woke up at 7ish this morning to pray my late grandparents.
During the praying session, the memories I had with my grandma slowly came back into my mind. I remembered how she reacted everytime she saw me and the care she given me was so much compared to other cousins. I had never feel the difference actually only until a friend of hers came to her wake and asked, "Which one is Yanting?" My mum pointed at me and the old lady started talking on how much my grandma praised me infront of her friends. I covered my mouth with 2hands and started crying. Suddenly, the loss seemed so much bigger than I could ever imagine.
Anyway, it was 2years already and seemed like everyone has moved on. No more cryings while praying, no more gossiping about my 2 failure uncles.
I know my grandma has never once leave me and she will always be kept deeply in my heart. Though I was given nothing after she left us and one of my uncles took away most of her jewellery, I'm actually contented. I had something that no one can every steal it away from me... that is the memories I shared with my grandma. This is what those idiots can never take it away...
