The story began ten over yrs ago.. She forgot when is the first time she met him. All she remembered was his silence, peace and small body. She did not know how to address him. Until she was taught, she realized that's a name that she's very familiar with. He surprised her with things that she did not learned before. She remembered that he rode on bicycle everyday. But she's unsure. He will buy packets of dried leaves that she thought they were herbs. Well, herbs for him. He rolled them gently, but it appeared untidy. She wished that she could help. But their interaction was minimal. He started to light the rolled paper and took a puff. She realized that was sth she could relate to as well. It was never something that she liked to watch. She knew its bad. But it kept him alive, a goal for living. She could not remember any conversation with him at all. Blame the family ties and complications. She bearly remembers his face. Now that he's gone to a far away, better place, she search for memories. Yet all memories are taken away. Driven away by the anger she had for his son. But she knows she loves him. For he is her grandfather. Family relationship never changes no matter how much you wish for it to never happen at all. Now she's 21. Holding on to herself, protecting her love ones. Wishing for a simpler life, she's still hanging on.

Ah Gong, may Angels be with you in ya next journey.

Lots of loves, hugs n kisses,

Sharon