Actually Mao is still not living strong, enough.
This couple of days I have been feeling quite down. People around me may see me as happy person but I am not; I am just deceiving myself and people around me. I cannot settle down my thoughts and keep pondering over many things. I never had any good sleep even since Molly was diagnosed with cancer.
I wished that she is still around. I missed her calling me "Jie"; missed talking and sharing things with her; missed going shopping and 'makan' with her; missed gossiping with her; missed her SMS; missed sitting with her at the sofa watching her favorite TV programme; missed visiting her after work; missed doing lots of things with her. I missed her dearly.
I was hoping....
At night, after switching off the lights, I will imagine Molly standing at the corner of the room; thinking that she might be taking a day off from heaven to visit my mum and me. Every time when my hubby drive passed her house I will definitely looked up to see whether her window is open; whether the lights are turned on.
"We fought, we patched up. We laughed at jokes that no one can understand. We said some of the meanest things to each other. We defended each other when others won't. We did some of the silliest things together and there's so many stories to be recalled when we are together".
Do you have a sister? If you have, you'll know what I mean.
I probably need sometime to get over this but I promise Molly that "Jie will stay strong, continue with my life and wait for the day to see you again".
"Having a sister is like having a best friend you can't get rid of. you know whatever you do, they'll still be there".
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