I don’t know how to say.
Although i said it before,but i still wanna type it out here…

Seeing those old man,old ladies in buses or wherever…
It reminds me of my grandpa. Someone whom i hate MOST i swear.
Really,you are not me,not in my position,so don’t you ever think or judge that i am unfillial.
Ignored him for five years although we are livng under the same roof,just the three of us(mum,me,him)
When finally i greet him,”YE YE” … for two months like that only..he left us.
On that day, he even went out to chinatown to shop,and came back and cooked his own meal and finished it in the kitchen. I went home after my NAPFA test at commonwealth, greeted him and he replied .But not long later, i found him sitting there unmoved.There’s only me and him at home that afternoon. I’m his only family who send him on his last journey. ME LEH! I have never expected it .I even cried for i hate him so MUCH!!!!! I will not say that i love him very much,but only that little bit. I’m upset that he left us just like this,making my mum so sad too.
I don’t hate him nor miss him.The scene of him sitting down there in the kitchen keep flashing on my mind,idk why.