M A D L Y

Dear Yeye,


I haven't heard from you for 12 years. Are you good? We're all grown up, yeah? Have you seen all the photos of NicNats? Aint they pretty little ones? I can't wait for them to grow up and tell them how you used to repair my bikes and sing me nursery rythems to sleep. I used to think smoking is so cool because you smoked. HAAHAA ! Isn't that silly? And i will always laugh when Porpor scolds you for dirtying the floor with the ashes. Yeye, i'm so sorry. All i can remember you is orange. The color of the tiles in the house we used to stay. Becuase i was so young, all i looked at was the floor. Where i sit and play my toys. Where your cigarettes ashes was dropped. I should have learn smarter earlier to take a closer look at you rather than what you're going to leave behind. Then, it wouldn't be so hard to try to think of a moment with you and find myself recalling nothing at all. But it's okay, i know you're always here to sing me to sleep. The exact same tune, i could still hear it. I miss you a lot. Hope everything there is fine for you. And everything we did, i hope you're proud of us. Love ya !


Lots of Misses,
Kelyn