100 days

it's been 100 days since mum succumb to her cancer.. and its been 2 month since i last came back to melaka for a long holiday(1 week oso jadi la.)

People say that time can make people adapt and cope with losses. But for me, time did nothing to help me cope wif the lost of my mum. Instead, i miss her more and more as time pass.

When i'm alone at home, i felt empty. The house is just not the same without mum. Everytime i came back, i half expect to hear her busy in the kitchen washing the dishes or preparing dinner or lunch. Every afternoon at 2 o clock, i expect her to turn on the TV to watch her favourite indonesian drama, followed by the hokkien drama which she never get to know the ending. at 8 o clock, i automatically change the tv channel to TV3, just like how mum used to do to watch her buletin utama.
when i go out to buy lunch, i automatically buy all her favourite foods, such as chicken rice, char kuay teow, from all her favourite stalls. When i eat, i think of how she loved the food

the house just isn't the same anymore without mum around...