I'm the kind of person who gets pissed off easily when my blissful sleep is being disturbed. They have no idea how hard it is for me to keep my eyes and mind shut, to concentrate on sleeping and to fall asleep as I get distracted by things very easily. It takes me almost half an hour to fall into a deep sleep after a tons of night-dreaming and thinking about irrelevant stuff.
And I was VERY mad when my sister suddenly entered my room rudely and told me impatiently 'Embah sakit, kita kena balik Ipoh'
Really, I didn't know what was my feeling yesterday. I was kinda pissed, not satisfied, lack of sleep, angry but at the same time I cursed myself for being such a worthless granddaughter, I mean come on, she's my grandma and at that time I concerned more about my sleeping rather than my own Embah.
And somehow I learned something from this unexpected, sudden family gathering. No matter how far we have gone, deep inside we know we belong to someone and some place. We know exactly we belong to each other, it's just that we're too stubborn that we keep denying that we actually need each other.
Whether Mom and Dad realize this or not, my soul is divided into three pieces. I belong to Kuching, I belong to Puncak Alam (yeah right) and I belong to Ipoh. I have a beautiful family there, just as well as I have a nice family at Kuching. And I know no matter how far we have grown apart, blood ties are definitely thicker than chlorinated water.
I seriously don't want to imagine dying alone in my deathbed.
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