I don't have much memory about her. I mean, she passed away when I just began to learn to walk. How can I have memories about her? I wished she's still alive though. I heard alot of good things about her every year during Hari Raya.

It can be quite interesting, hearing about her past. If she's still alive, things would have changed. For the better. Unlike her husband, which is of course my grampa, she more sociable and "live-wire" kinda person. Perhaps is fate that she left me earlier. Everyone said she
(my grandmother) is lucky to live long enough to see me, her first grand daughter, taking my first few steps right in front of her. Maybe I am jinxed or something. (aiyoo..touch wood. touch wood.)