Looking at this bowl of beef noodle, then I realised that it was also mum's favorite. Recalled that while I was young, our family was very poor then. Not a single furniture in our 3 rm HDB in Ghim Moh. Its really just the basic. 4 walls surrounding us and nothing more. Many items that filled our house were things which many discarded. Remembered that there was a famous beef noodle stall in Ghim Moh. Mum always wanted to eat, but she was not willing to do so. The reason was simple, she rather give it up just to give it to us. As i stared at my meal, so much emotions just filled me up. Mum always give up things just for me and my sisters.
Where am I during her last few days? I was not even there to talk to her. No last words or her friendly voice greets me now. I really missed her so much. I just cant come to terms that I no longer see her. Nor am I able to talk to her. I really wonder where is she now... ... Is she like Wendy said, watching us above there? I am not too sure myself. I ask of GOD to why HE takes her away from me. For this, I will never know. Maybe till the day arrives. Not a single day, that little things around me reminds me of mum. And of such a bastard son I am. Not even a chance to talk to her on that fatal day. I regret each day for not given that chance.
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