sudden depression.

I've been having body aches from yesterday,

so when I woke up this morning, mum made me a herbal bath.

she brewed some kinda wood.

so after I showered, we went for breakfast.

dad told me of the story of my Grandaddy, Mr Nual Kechi.

Unfortunately, I have no pictures of him.

Because by the time I had my own phone, he wasn't the old Grandad I knew.

He changed after a major stroke.

Mum told me that when I was young , I used to be so close with him.

But that was all before.

After he went through that stroke, I was so afraid of him.

Because I couldn't understand anything he said.

But then, 1st January 2009, I was left without a grandad.

I cried, my dad cried, even my eldest uncle cried.

Daddy told me that the herbal bath my mum made me was brewed from the wood that my granddaddy himself went to find in the forest when he was still healthy.

"itulah peninggalan ingkung yg last skali" daddy said

and suddenly I was attacked by some kind of feeling.

i wanted to cry then and there. but because I had promised my friends that I wouldn't cry anymore, I didn't.

11 years, the wood is 11 years old.

And it's still working. And that's the only thing we have left from him.

3rd year without Ingkung.

Wouldn't it be great if he was still here?

I wish I still had a granddad that could spoil me.

And I miss him, dearly :')