My mum told me when I was young, my grandmother held me in her arms the most.
She is the one that dotes on me alot when I'm young.
I remembered that there was this time when I fight with my brothers, my mother got so angry that she used a cane on us but it was my grandmother who shielded us from the strokes that will be inflicted on our legs.
She will buy me yakult when I wanted for one.
During those time, those are like precious drink to me.
Last time she will always wait for our weekly visit on Saturdays without fail.
But as we the kids of my generation grows older, we hardly make it there.
Maybe just a couple of them. Now the new generation make it there like every week.
It is just like a cycle.
Just that my grandmother has aged.
Each time I see her, my heart will feel the pain.
She knows what's happening around her surrounding but she just don't know how to express anymore.
He will always be there looking out for her I believe.
I guess I neglected them quite abit because their hands wrinkled quite abit without me knowing.
I think it is time for me to spend some quality time with them.
And now, as the cycle goes on,
This will just be a matter of time...
I fear.
But I will accept it as the day comes.
