missing mother
at times like this, i wished time would stop.
talking about ah tai, her favourite smelly beans we had for dinner. reminds me when i was little, pushing the metal trolley in shop n save at century square. watching fish being cleaned and gutted.
after the shopping trip, ah tai asking me to get a cup of corn or muah chee. maybe thats why i've got a sweet and salty tooth. going home hand in hand. that was how weekends were spent. when i was young.
though it seemed then like routined activities on weekends, those are the memories that i cherish and hold dear to my heart. for i know, those times cannot be bought or take place again..
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