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Wednesday, October 1, 2008

first time

first times....

first time with a husband, first time with a child, first time in a new home, first time with a fiance/fiancee and so on...

therefore they look forward to this very special day...

and as for me, this is my first time too....celebrating hari raya w/o mum...

tears rolled down my cheek when i heard the takbir...tears rolled down when i was cleaning the house and this morning when dad and bro went for their prayers, i broke down...the house is so empty without her,,,i went to her room and looked at her bed...it hurts...

when dad came back from prayers, he asked me to help him with the cooking.... all the cooking were usually done by mum...i miss her cooking...

haf's mum called...when i heard her voice, i cried...

i cried so much today...

she used to sit beside dad when we asked for forgiveness....and today...that seat was empty...dad cried...

today, i wore the baju kurung she sewed for me....the final one...and as for the other 2 that i sent for tailoring, i will keep it for next year...

things are not the same anymore....i feel incomplete without you...i miss you...so much...





'nuff said
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