The most person I really want to hug right now is Mak. Back to 28th August 1975, at this hour, minute and second maybe I'm in Mak's hand, holding me or put me to sleep. On this date today in the year of 2013, I'm here being myself and still in the middle of a journey that has no end. Mak is not around anymore, happily living in another world. Alhamdulillah...Allah let me dream of her last night. She's happily preparing meals for my small birthday party. How I wish that is not a dream. I truly miss Mak.
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