Ah Meng has passed away in the morning of the second day of Chinese New Year. I did not check my handphone until this morning after I read about her death in the newspapers. My ex-colleagues have informed me via sms yesterday.
I was crying my heart when I learnt about the news. Memories of Ah Meng flooded my mind. I still remember the times I spent with her.
Sometimes in the morning, when I have sometime, I will wander to Ah Meng's usual walking route to see her. Ah Meng, sometimes being lazy will hold my hand for support. I could almost still feel her hand in mine, or rather my hand in hers. Her hand is so big and so warm.
On birthdays and special occasions, I will get permission to take pictures with Ah Meng. I always remember what a prima donna she was. She will look into the camera for one picture and then look away. We had to spend sometime coaxing her to turn towards the camera for another picture.
On my last day at work, I went to feed Ah Meng her breakfast. Porridge with minced chicken. Ah Meng decided not eat the chicken and rolled all the minced chicken into a ball and tried to spit it out. Her keeper, Sam stared at her and called her name, Ah Meng swallowed the meat.
What a darling she is. I will miss her dearly. Tomorrow, I will be attending her memorial service and paying my last respects to her.
I think there's no end to my crying again...
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