Its already the 2nd year of my grandma death.
But i remember her face so clearly.
Her sound so fresh.
If only she is around.
If only...
I rememeber the times when i quarrel with her, her fierce voice.
But i know inside, she is sad.
I am sorry for bringing unhappiness to her.
For bringing anger.
But i know no matter how, she'll still love me.
.
.
Your pretty rose as usual.
:)
The roses always boom so beautifully when its place beside you.
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Looks delicious, isn't it?
See the rice cooker.
I bought it for my grandma because she always cook the most delicious food.
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