This is the memories which I have with my grandma. Still remember her face since I was in primary school. My old house was at Serangoon, every morning she will wake up very early like 5 or 6am to do housework.

She also will make kaya bread. So nice, even when the bread gets tough due to prolong contact with the air and also if there are ants crawling over due to kaya’s sweetness, she will still eat. My grandma’s stirred fry vegetarian cauliflower dish is very nice. I love it. I still remember she bought the fried carrot cake, every time after I came back from school if there is leftover, she will ask if I want to eat. She made hot for me, it is delicious. She is a very good grandma, hardworking and thrifty.

So sad that she fell down and also her memory slowly worsen when it was around 1998, If I didn’t remember wrongly because I moved house at year 2000. She used to walk healthily even my neighbours and next block rice store and mini mart knows my grandma. Every Chinese New Year she will have to go to my uncle’s house and stay over to celebrate Chinese New Year.

Every year the first day all the relatives will go over too for the first day of the Chinese New Year. Till when she could not walk properly, need maid to take care. Every brothers and sisters shared the cost. She was like a baby, it seems sad but when I see her she’s cute, the new short hair style. There were few times she knows who I am, but as time goes by she forgotten. She likes durian a lot. She’s so happy, when she eats them.

So sad when I heard that she fell down again due to her active at night so late woke up and walk, she was bruised when I saw her on this year’s Chinese New Year. I was so sad, and I felt like crying on the spot. On June, she was send to hospital, her breathing was not good. I was shocked when I heard my mum told me she passed away few hours later. I actually wanted to rush down, but it was my mum who told me she was ok need to wait till night then know how, but who knows she didn’t tell me soon enough she passing away. I couldn’t even see her for the last day.

She’s always in my mind since young, sometimes alone I even cry for no reason because I don’t know when she will leave me, I cried every time when I think of her, not tears out but in the pain of my heart. She was 90+ close to 100, how I wish she is still around and live past 100 years old so every time when I go over to the house I still can see her. Her stories I heard are funny and sad.