11 years of Baby Sitter

28/2/2014 I was on my bed and planned not to wake up early since there is no class every friday. My mum woke me up at 9.30am with a very bad news to me that my baby sitter had passed away. I jump up from my bed and went to shower immediately. My mum was swiping her fb that time and saw a news that her son posted status regarding this so my mum contact him. I wonder is that tears or water when Im showering. Thinking that is this a dream or reality, I dont know. I hope that this is still a dream that Im still on my bed. After that My parents and me went to aunty house. I saw a blanker covering a people. How i hope this is not her when I open the cover. The moment my mum open it, I felt so painful in my heart that my aunty lying on the floor covering with a blanket. She passed away peacefully on the couch. I tears on the spot. I dont know how. I know her since I was 5 months old. and now Im 19. 19 years, somehow she is like my 2nd mum. Everyday after school I will stay at her house until 7pm an my mum with fetch me and my brother from her house. And now, I feel like the person that really know me had passed away. I touch her face, was cold. Her eyes closed so nicely without any worry. At night, I went for her funeral and sat there for hours. 4 of us, which take care by her was finally met up after N years. We took some photos. How I wish that aunty could join 4 of us for the picture.

1/3/2014 Today, I went her funeral again. Thinking that will she wake up suddenly and ask why she is in the coffin. How I hope this will happen. As the same, I sat on one of the chair there for hours listening those people chatting about Aunty. Well, I miss her. 2/3/2014 In the morning 7.30am, we reach aunty house. Today, aunty will be cremation and send her back to Ipoh where her husband and his elder son stay in, together. There are bands playing those sad songs and I see her for the last time, the very very last time. Her face was smiling with her eyes closed. We sat bus to Shah Alam for the cremation ceromony. The moment she was send into the so called "oven", everyone cries. She was the person who teach me not to be picky eaters, her cooking was fantastic which I still remember how the taste like. She was the one who touch my forehead with her cold hand to see whether Im on fever. She was the one who I learn how to make pancake from. I still remember everytime she's cooking dinner, I will take a chair and stand high up to watch her cooking. She the one who make sandwiches which I manage to eat 4 to 5 pieces of bread. The ingredient such as cucumber and mashed cooked egg with mayonaise ONLY. I loves her steam brinjal with some chili. I loves her soup, all the soup. I miss her ribena which she will make 4 cup together for us. And yes, I miss her. Take care and Rest In Peace alright.

This picture was taken 2013 August which I passed my her house and visit her.

4 of us 2001 > 2014 . Picture taken by her on 2001. 13 years after.