I had a dream at 0730 today. I dreamt I was hugging my grandmother. She is the woman who took care of me while my mother was at the office and my dad busy preparing for Sunday's sermon. Cycling my tiny tricycle along the road or taking me to Selvam for a mint. I remember the afternoons I spent watching her pounding belacan and chillies in the kitchen. The sight of her slowly waddling around the kitchen evokes the strongest memories, and it was her who inspired me to cook.
That dream kinda woke me up feeling really sad. For some reason the tears just stared flowing down my cheeks unrestrained for the 1st time in almost a decade. I knew at that moment I had to speak to her.
She was alright, and was getting ready to go to Merlimau to visit a sister church. Still, it's nice to know she's nice and well. I suppose I'll have to make plans to go back home soon. Should spend more time with her since she's already hit 90.
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