/img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1824/1824585m5vy6k3xmf.gif" width=12 height=12 border=0>Wednesday, December 31, 2008

I left her a note around 3 am plus. I did not want my family to know I place this mushy note for my auntie. Well, pride is up high on my head. This is what I roughly wrote:
Auntie, this is a present for you. Place a wish on your upcoming birthday in this bottle. Post me a present with photos of your marriage! blah... blah and many more...
Then, I woke up the next morning around 8am. I did not tag along to the airport as I know I'm sure to breakdown but i ain't showing it to my family. Pride problem. Before my auntie left the house, as soon she walks in my room roughly 6 am plus, I knew it was her and she left a note for me.
It wrote: Thanks, Alvin. Take care of didi and meimei. You're going well with your plans. Go for it. Meimei you must take care. Guard her from bad boys. Didi needs more scoldings, urge him to study more. blah... blah... and more...
Then, one call came, and that's the third time in my life I dropped tears once again. My auntie called and told me to take care fo my siblings. I told her to send photos of her life once in a while. She said," you miss me arh", and thus broke into tears. I felt overwhelm with this weird feeling and my first tear came out.
I hold myself and act aloof and let her feel I'm not going to be affected by her leaving. She's getting married and I don't want her to know that the rest of us all miss her. I controlled forcefully and talk to her. Yeah, miss her scoldings, and told her to show her baby's photos in two years time. When I spoke till here, the second drop of tear came and I almost breakout. Once again, I hold on and kept silence till I was able to speak fluently. All i heard from her then was cries and more cries. I felt the environment was quiet, and I could faintly hear my heart throb.
I decided to end the conversation with a bye. Bye auntie. Remember to send things once in a while! Happy marriage!
On the cancelation of the phonecall, the last tear drop came, and I went out of the room and sat on the sofa and stared in the air for awhile. Hope I would get used to this life.